It started with a group of fifty starry-eyed applicants who applied for membership in their respective Guilds, searching for a life outside the safety of the walls of Hexxenacht. Three days later, after consecutive sets of gruelling trials that challenged them mentally, physically, and emotionally, what remained were ten different individuals, exhausted but still solid, unbroken by the tests that they have been put through. What stood before them was the final trial, the only team exercise that they will be partaking in. One last obstacle, before the gates opened. One last stretch to sprint towards. One last battle before the war was won. The sun beat down harshly on the pits of the Hexxenacht Coliseum, as the remnants, the cream-of-the-crop, were lead through steel-braced gates onto the scathing sands. There were only five present. The Priestess, the Imperial, the Machinist, the Zheihand, and the Fortress. An inconsistent party, all things considered, highly dependent on temporary resources. From the audience’s seats, a bald man rose up, his thick fingers running through his curly beard. Dressed in a heavy suit of armor despite the high temperatures, he took in a deep breath, before letting out a booming voice. “Congratulations, maggots! You’ve upgraded from trash to baby flies with this step! This is the last hurdle for you brats to crawl over, understand?!” His gauntleted hand rose up, fingers splayed. “The five of you will survive against monsters captured from the Wilderness. You have one minute to plan! You will receive no outside help! I will not monitor this fight! If you die here, you will die in the Wilderness!” As if on cue, the gate that they had just walked through closed, heavy iron bars slotting themselves in afterwards. Growls and shrieks resounded on the opposing gate, muted but savage. The armored man stared at each of them, locking his hard, red eyes onto each, before lifting up five scrolls from an adjacent seat. “These are the wills that you’ve all submitted when you applied! Never forget that your lives are at stake here!" With that, the man turned, exiting the arena. Now, there were only five youths in this circular battlefield, high walls caging them in with the monsters that they will soon face.