The first gladiatorial battle came earlier than expected.
It was Bartlett's third meal since returning to the cell. The food was decent, a bowl of purple-black soup with a fishy odour, along with a piece of half-cooked rib from an unknown creature. Initially, eating this odd meat made his stomach churn, but now he was getting used to it.
While Bartlett mulled over the rib he had thoroughly gnawed, contemplating placing it on the portion where his 'roommate's' ribcage was missing, the Barbed Demons once again appeared in the cage.
They escorted him out, leading the Barbarian down a long and narrow hallway.
The journey was lengthy. Along the way, they passed numerous crossroads. Some crossroads required turning left, and some required turning right. Despite Bartlett's sharp perception, he still lost track of the direction amidst the confusing path. What puzzled him more was how these seemingly stupid Barbed Demons could remember such a complex route.
