Arena Twenty-Three: Salvation III
"Are you okay?"
I asked the "me" standing silently before the wall, staring at the sky. Hearing my voice, he turned towards me. His remaining eye, which was devoid of all emotions up until now, had something akin to relief inside it.
"... I am fine. More importantly, we need to get you out of here."
"Me?"
His sudden change of priorities made me hesitant.
"This is the dungeon of the failures, the land of the dead. You, someone who still hasn't failed, can't be here."
"... How do you know that I haven't failed yet?"
I asked, narrowing my eyes.
"If you had failed, you wouldn't be here. You'll be directly teleported into a cell, and unlike the corridors, you won't have enough freedom to pull a stunt like that one."
He retorted while pointing at the dead sentry.
"I guess you have a point."
I shrugged and accepted his explanation before turning towards the two corridors.
"Which one should we take?"