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The War of the Primals

Born as the heir to the world's most powerful family of magicians, with a talent for magic that rivals that of the gods, Adall knew happiness only to have it forcibly ripped away from him shortly thereafter. Overnight, he would be banished from his family and condemned to a pathetic life of wandering. Or so it was supposed to happen... How did he become so powerful? Why am I unable to inflict even the slightest injury on him, even using my most powerful spells? Why must I lose to someone I could have killed with a mere murderous intent not long ago? His new calling will be to instill fear and despair in the hearts of his enemies.

Alb22 · War
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The Labyrinth of Terror III

Adall and his guide walked in silence towards the arena prepared for the final stage of the Champion's Tournament.

It wasn't that he didn't want to talk to his travel companion; on the contrary, he was dying to, as it would certainly help him glean some more information about what awaited him. But every time he tried to utter a word, the goblin serving as his guide would practically have a heart attack.

Not wanting to unnecessarily delay the journey, he had to abandon the idea.

After a few more minutes of walking, they finally arrived at their destination.

The room where today's event would begin was just as scorching as the battle royale arena, although this time, the noise came from only one side.

Indeed, unlike the previous circular arena, the one currently hosting Adall and the other participants was a semi-circle, somewhat grotesque at the edges, with the spectators' seats visible only in the concave part.