The Demon's Pit was a merciless proving ground where human prisoners of significant stature were pitted against the fallen elites of the dark elves. The elven opponents were not mere criminals, but once-revered members of their race who had committed grave errors despite their commendable pasts. The Pit was their opportunity for redemption, a second chance to regain their lost honor.
As Emery navigated his new circumstances, Magus Urix offered insight into a chilling aspect of their existence. "A spirit soul... it's a commodity here, Emery," he said, a hint of disgust creeping into his voice. "Ten of our spirit souls amount to their solitary ticket out of this dread jail."
Emery's eyes widened in shock, the implication sinking in. The spirit souls weren't just tokens of victory in their dire battles, they were the currency of life itself in this godforsaken place.
