Similar things were happening to the other groups. On the other platforms, each group destroyed the prisoners at least once. All of them uttered the same things. Polite greetings, praise for having been slain, a declaration of a trial, and an overwhelming lust for battle.
In the platform for the [Prisoner of Time], Joshua's group was able to turn the skeletal dragon's body to powder. Yet, as if time rewound, the particles of bone and dust all floated towards its fallen body to reconstruct the 200-meter skeletal frame. It stood again to say its greetings in a calm and cordial voice.
"Greetings of chosen warriors of light, I am the [Prisoner of Time]. I congratulate thou all for finally reaching here after failing countless recursions.
A trial is needed when one's mettle is tested. As much as I would for thy success, I am bound to fulfill mine mission, thus let our blades meet towards the field of combat.
