The day dragged on with endless battles, each warrior becoming stronger than the last. As the weaker warriors were eliminated, the stronger ones emerged, their power growing with each victory. I knew that if this continued, I would eventually succumb to my wounds or bleed to death.
I searched desperately for an exit, but the magical barrier surrounding the tournament grounds prevented me from leaving. I was trapped here with the other warriors until the war was over. The spectators and warriors knew that I was a wanted man, yet they continued to cheer and fight.
The spell could not be broken until the tournament was over. If it had been, it would have only been a matter of time before the soldiers came after me. After my last battle, I collapsed in a corner of the Colosseum, panting and exhausted. I needed rest.
