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"The goddess believes that only through combat can the strongest and most worthy emerge," the priest explained. "While the Chief has long been respected, perhaps he is not the one chosen by the divine."

Though hesitant, the priests were gradually swayed by his passionate conviction. The idea of a grand challenge, a test of strength and destiny, was intoxicating.

News of the impending battle spread like wildfire through the ratmen's tunnels. Their once-peaceful society, now fraying under the strain of ambition and deceit, was gripped by equal measures of fear and excitement. The Chief, alerted to the unrest, summoned the priest, his tone brimming with barely restrained fury.

"A divine test?" the Chief scoffed, his voice heavy with disdain. "What nonsense is this? It's nothing more than a blatant power grab."

The priest maintained his air of piety, his voice calm yet resolute. "The goddess has commanded it, Chief. We must honor her will."