Possibility

Both the dice were similar yet different in certain aspects. For one thing, both dice were translucent. However, each face seemed to be of a different color of translucent material.

On one dice, the number 4 was represented by four dark red dots, and the face of the dice itself was a pale red. On the other one, there were four yellow dots, lying on a light yellow face.

'...All of the faces are different.'

Quill stared at it, turning the dice over in his hands, but to no avail. Just like everything else he had found so far, it was unique, but as for it's use...Quill had no idea.

However, except for the dice, there wasn't any apparent reason for why he was transported into that abyss. Similarly, when he had rolled the dice, he had come back.

A sudden realization struck him as Quill slipped the dice back into his pocket, looking around the place instead.

'Where in hell am I now!?'

Quill carefully stepped over a puddle on the rocky floor, observing the walls around him instead.

'...A cave?'

His suspicions were confirmed a second later, as Quill found a heavy curtain of vines and moss to his left. Parting the curtain, he tentatively stepped onto the floor behind it, only to tense up at the sight in front of him.

A common saying came back to him.

'Back to square one.'

Quill was standing in front of a cave's opening, runes glowing at the very foot of the entrance.

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Quill silently stood in front of the cave, this time with the torch in hand. It had hardly been a few days at most, yet all of the spirit he had started with was gone. His previously pristine skin was now littered with cuts and bruises.

The wound that he had acquired from fighting the lizard seemed to have mysteriously disappeared, not even leaving a bruise behind. One more mystery in a place full of them.

When he had started, he had vowed to finish the trial as soon as he could. Now, he wanted to throw the damn torch away, and just give up. There were too many uncertain factors in the trial. The snow and rain had already sapped most of his energy, but he had tried to keep it together and light the torch.

Now, lighting the torch meant going back to that cursed platform, and facing the lizard again. Sure, the abyss was hell, and he could have just as easily died there as well from he pain. But if he had stayed on that platform any longer, Quill wasn't sure if he would have gotten to this point.

Everything, from forgetting to take his sword with him the very day he was brought into this trial, the scarcity of fire, the lack of a helpful gift, it all felt like a cruel joke on him. As if luck was laughing at him, finding amusement in his predicament.

He could feel a sort of rage, at being put in such impossible odds. No normal human could fight an entity, it was basically impossible. One would need the help of an enkindled to fight one, simply because of the huge power difference between the weakest entity and the strongest normal human.

Yet that rage only turned into desperation within seconds. There didn't seem to be any convenient exit button he could use to get out without doing anything. Either he would die, die trying, or pass the trial.

'...I don't want to die, no matter in what way.'

Quill clasped the torch tighter. He would pass the trial. There was no other option. Dying while trying wasn't any more beneficial than simply wasting away. The torch probably wasn't burning because he hadn't put any flammable material in it. If he stuffed some leaves from the trees into the torch, it still had a chance of burning.

Suddenly, his stomach gave a low rumble. 

Quill took in a deep breath, 'Right, I haven't eaten in some time either.'

Quill eyed the rainy forest with slight fear. He had sourced some food from it once, but as for whether or not he could do it again...he was slightly doubtful.

Firstly, Quill decided to find his jacket, which was luckily nearby, albeit dirty. It was also soaked, as water was dripping from the top of the cave.

'My clothes dried when I went from the rain to the snow. Would the same go for the jacket?' Quill pondered for a second, then tied it around his waist, trying to ignore the cold feeling.

The flower was still safely tucked into his pocket, somehow still in perfect condition. The dice were in the other pocket, and while Quill didn't quite understand it's functions, it could still be useful. 

Quill picked up the torch, taking in a deep breath. One more attempt at the god-forsaken trial.

Quill had barely took a step forward when a drop of water feel on his eye. Startled, he dropped the torch. 

The torch rolled around, rolling out of the cave, and Quill was rushing after it. The cave opened down to a pretty steep cliff, and while it was easy to get down safely through the sides, if the torch rolled down, it would be another headache to go down and get it.

The torch kept rolling, and at the very edge of the cliff, it seemed to slow down for a second. Just enough for Quill to quickly grab it. Breathing a sigh of relief, Quill was about to turn around and go down, when he froze.

It was a feeling, more than a realization. A gut instinct that had been bothering him since he had picked up the torch, but had only made itself so clear now.

The feeling something was watching him. 

Quill had turned his head slowly, but even through the corner of his eyes, he could see what was bothering him.

Standing in front of the base of the mountain, in the very middle of the two zones.

Mangled flesh hanging off of rotten bones. A stench incomparable to any he had ever smelt. Crouched back on it's legs, as if getting ready to pounce.

A single eyeball hanging from it's eye socket by a few nerves.

A pair of dark irises locked with the single pupil, noting the hunger in that gaze.

Even as he took a slow step back, he was forced to remember one of the rules of the trial.

[ All entities are neutral, and will not attack unless provoked. Please do not provoke them ]