"So Here's the question, are you ready to face the Tower of Trials?" The god spoke.
"I have a question, can we work as a team?"
"Of course, why do you think all of you are here, working as a team is one of the best ways to clear the tower but individual brilliance is all that matters because most of you, or possibly all of you are going to die"
"The best way to survive is to work together" The guy who asked the question spoke.
"How do you know we're going to survive? We're just going to die either way," the dwarf spoke.
"At least we should die trying; I don't want to die yet," the elf spoke.
"Alright, so we're going to face the Tower?"
"Yes"
"Alright, since it's settled, let's get to choosing a weapon; tell me the weapon of your choice, and I'll bring a selection," the god spoke as he came down from his throne and created clones of himself, one for each of the ten individuals.
