The next door opened into a wide, circular arena. The floor was a single, unbroken sheet of polished grey stone, and the walls were smooth and featureless. There was no furniture, no traps, no tempting handles. There was only a quiet sense of expectation, like a blank page waiting for the first word.
As I stepped to the centre, the page began to write. A sphere of brilliant, condensed Purelight bloomed in the air before me, humming with a clean, potent energy. A moment later, a dozen razor-sharp plates of solid Deepdark appeared around it, orbiting the central sphere like hostile moons. The construct was simple, geometric and utterly lethal.
'So it's not a fight, it's a very aggressive game of Jenga,' Valeria said from the quiet of my mind. 'Try not to let the murder-blocks fall on you.'
