ZINA
Daemon in fact looked more annoyed that their little escapade had been interrupted, but when Marcus seemed to be done pasting the posters, he addressed the crowd.
"I would like to say welcome to the Arctic North, but considering that a lot of you will be leaving here in twenty-fours time, I shall try my best to not make you very comfortable then."
Some of the competitors shifted uncomfortably, while many wore a dark expression of seriousness like they were there to win and that losing was never even an option in the first place.
"They're two thousand, seven hundred and seventy one of you here. You've been divided into groups of about thirty each to hunt down thirty artifacts that even I myself don't know the location of."
The silence grew even more stifling as everyone listened to Daemon with bated breaths.
