The rules were simple—at least on paper.
A massive circular platform floated high above a shimmering gorge, conjured by elven mages and held together by layers of temporary magic.
Every thirty seconds, chunks of the platform would disappear—at first at the edges, then increasingly at random.
Four contestants.
Two teams.
One goal: be the last team standing.
The only way off was to fall—or be thrown.
Spectators watched from enchanted viewing platforms circling the air.
Excitement hummed in the air, especially after the announcement:
"Next round: Team Human—Arthur the fighter and Luka the ranger—versus Team Elf—Eledrin the fighter and Eldrin the mage!"
Arthur, a smug grin.
"This is it," Arthur muttered, "Redemption."
Luka, standing beside him at the launch point, gave him a sidelong glance:
"You mean after the bee incident? Or the bunny incident? Or the ten incidents before that?"
Arthur didn't answer.
