As Mors takes his first step into this cave, he felt nothing out of the ordinary. With every passing step, his guard started to slowly drop. But as he reaches the hallway into this cave, magical floating lights appear on the walls. These small lights illuminate the path towards a large metal gray door.
A scene of war sculpted into this door. Mor's guard went up in seconds, he now knew that this cave was only the corridor to the final challenge. As he slowly approaches the door, he was amazed by the level of detail in the sculpture. It almost felt like it a real battle was sculpted into this door, with a great story behind it.
But Mors could care less about the history of this battle, his only goal here was finishing this challenge and completing the system event. As he opens the door, he was greeted with a large green field. In the center of this field was a medium-sized hill, with a middle eastern man standing on top of it.
Mor's frowned for a few seconds. How did this door lead to an open field? He became more anxious as he took a step forward and enter this field. As he did that the door behind him close with a loud thud. As he turns around, only to find no door.
"Looks like I am stuck here.."
He said as he looks at the man on top of the hill. He was wearing middle eastern armor, a curved sword in his waist, with brown skin, and short hair. The man looks very handsome, with countless scars on his skin. His armor is a mix between metal and leather. Metal protects the man's chest, legs, and arms. With leather armor connecting these metal pieces.
"Just me and you then?"
He said as he started to walk towards the hill. He started to climb the hill. Finding it rather pleasant to climb. It did not take him more than 2 minutes to arrive at the top of the hill. Standing face to face with the middle eastern man. The man smiles at Mors as he speaks.
"Impressive… it must have been tough, right?"
Mors had no idea what this man meant, but he has a suspension as he answers.
"I have long since left my war behind. It sure was tough to live when they die, the guilts eat me up from time to time. But I can't give up for their sake"
The man nodded as he extended his hand forward.
"I am happy to hear that, call me Ausar, what's your new name?"
"Mors Mundin, nice to meet you Ausar"
As the two men shake hands, a soft smile appears on their faces. They could sense that both of them have gone through their own brutal wars and had come out alive and sane. Not something many can do, they might fight different battles, for different causes, but their experience was all the same. It was Mors to be the first to speak.
"I take It you are the master of that monkey?"
"Oh? Norman?...did he put up a good fight?"
"yes, he did, he should be with you in heaven by now"
Mors said, having concluded that the man in front of him is nothing more than a fragment of the real person.
"That is great, it looks like you already know who I am"
"Well, isn't too hard to figure out.. So how do I get your legacy?"
A soft laugh escapes Ausar's lips as he takes his curved sword from his waist.
"you should also know. There is only one way this could end. "
Mors nodded his head as he took out a skeleton sword.
"To the death, it is then, may the best man win"
[Event!
Wars second step: you must win against the war fragment to get access to his legacy.
Rewards: Wars Legacy
Rewards:???
Failure: Death]