The air grew tense as the contenders gathered for the second trial, known as the Trial by Combat. A vast, open training ground lay before them, rough dirt scattered with patches of scorched earth from past battles. In the center of the field, a massive, magic-infused golem awaited, its stone body etched with runes that pulsed with a faint glow.
The elder overseeing the trial called out, "This is the Trial by Combat! You'll face the Magic Golem, a creature that doubles in strength every minute. Be swift, be ruthless, or be left behind."
"The one lasts the longer wins the first rank"
Asher studied the golem intently. Standing over ten feet tall, it had eyes glowing with a cold, almost sentient intelligence. The runes along its limbs flickered as it activated, and with a low rumble, it began to advance, each footfall shaking the ground.
