[This place is disgusting. They were numb, the last time they were here, numb and almost daring themselves to take offence at the sheer level of brutality on display by chaining creatures up and killing them for sport. For fun.
They felt nothing then.
They feel something now. And yet, they're in the ring, in front of a crowd of disgusting people, a sword clutched in their hands. It's practice. And it's not true practice unless their life is in danger.
You, just so happen to be their teammate. And the enemy you're fighting, a five headed hydra with rotting flesh instead of scales.]
What a pitiful existence. Are you ready, or shall I leave you behind?
(NO SAVIOR OF YOURS) | THE GATE (OPEN)
They felt nothing then.
They feel something now. And yet, they're in the ring, in front of a crowd of disgusting people, a sword clutched in their hands. It's practice. And it's not true practice unless their life is in danger.
You, just so happen to be their teammate. And the enemy you're fighting, a five headed hydra with rotting flesh instead of scales.]
What a pitiful existence. Are you ready, or shall I leave you behind?