Fatal Challenge
Rumbleheim—the world of raw, primal fighting for people of myriad races.
Mortal Region Outskirts, Millar's Arena. Almond appeared in a shabby room with a wooden bench and a loud rumble and uproar ringing from outside.
"Where am I?" Almond muttered. He saw a closed door and began moving towards it, but suddenly, the black cat appeared before his face.
"You are going to fight someone in ten minutes. Only one weapon is allowed in the fight, and no other items, so don't use anything else."
Almond raised an eyebrow, "So I am here physically, in one of the worlds of the second layer?"
"Indeed, the world's name is Rumbleheim. A perfect place to evaluate your combat ability and combat will."
The cat landed on his shoulder and licked his paws before adding, "Use your eyes to learn during the fights and apply it."
"Learn what?"