I stand in a line amongst my friends and enemies before the greatest test of my life. The arena has undergone a few changes since I've stepped in last.
The vast openness is now replaced with cramped walls that stretch up to the pillars and obstruct our view. It seems to weave and continue, creating a massive maze of sorts.
I am wearing the bandana, the relic that Tito has forged only minutes ago, on my forehead. On it is a crescent moon with an eye in the middle, glowing a dim obsidian hue, etched in by Dior's blood power. Dior stands not too far from me.
I can vaguely read her mind freely with this new relic. We have figured out that we only extracted her gift, not her blessing. Perhaps that is for the better. I don't want to leave her defenseless; at least with her gift gone she isn't able to totally manipulate us.
