There was a reason why the arena was built in an old fighting pit. It was for enjoyment. As Ned get a hold of the mana stone, people cheered and cried. It was the final moment of the game. Level ten wasn't the climax. It has never been. It was the gore, the heart-thumping moment wherein participants must decide; and a wrong decision would kill them.
Ned firmed the necklace around his neck, then tucked it in under the faded shirt, and under the black tunic; making sure that it won't budge no matter what his moves.
Ned determined how he would proceed; how he would escape; how he would survive the five minutes countdown. He knew the worst thing that could happen to him was to die an accidental death. Although, killing was forbidden. Shooting in the legs or breaking bones wasn't forbidden.
