Impostor
Instead of forming a block of infantry and archers like the previous legionaries, the imperial legionaries trotted in good order around him in order to surround him. The circle was relatively narrow, about 15 meters in diameter.
After the first line of the circle was formed, more legionaries continued to enter, reinforcing the established perimeter zone. No Tribune or General entered the arena after them. Only one Centurion.
And yet, despite having only a crest on his helmet and a long golden cloak betraying his rank, Jake felt an inexplicable pressure compared to the fake General he had just defeated.
"What the fuck is going on, right now?" Jake panicked a little, thinking fast to find a solution.
"Xi, how much longer do I have to hold out? "
[Time remaining in the Ordeal: 28 minutes 36 seconds]