Barely managing to stand, both men's mouths oozed blood that turned from red to black.
True to their ruthless noble lineage, each had coated their blade with poison for their final strike.
The deadly toxin, carried by their arcanergy, invaded their bodies, overpowering their resistance.
"Despicable!"
"Shameless!"
They cursed each other, collapsing to the ground, never to rise again.
"What a pity," the high priest lamented, observing their corpses.
"It was always stated that only one could proceed per level. Exceeding this number would keep the inter-level barrier sealed. To unseal it required reducing the numbers. Why the rush to such a futile end? Now, both have ensured their mutual downfall, leaving no victors."
As the high priest spoke, Goden's gaze remained fixed on the tower's lanterns.
Skes had reached the fourth level, and after a few minutes, the fifth level's lantern finally lit up.
