![]() Your only company, a mantra: Fight or be finished. Your new environment rejects you with lava pits and atmospheric hazards as legions of foes surround you, testing the gut reaction that brought you here in the first place. ![]() Abandoning every ounce of common sense and any trace of doubt, you lunge onto a stage of harrowing landscapes and veiled abysses. ![]() But the seedy stench of death isn't enough to cloud your judgment. Impassively watching and waiting as the Arena transforms high-ranking warriors into spineless mush. The eyes of the alien Xaero are narrowing.
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