It was as he had thought, following the story of the two mighty warriors was the right answer. Had he randomly opened the doors thinking one of them was the right one, he would have long run out of levels.
Thankfully, he had arrived at the Hall of the Mythos at last, now all that was needed was for him to defeat Malgrum to clear the trial.
That said, how was he supposed to defeat an entity that the trial warned him to avoid earlier as it meant certain death? The answer lay in the hall he was in.
Simon shifted his attention from the notification and glanced at the hall he was currently at. The place was enormous, its vastness resembling that of a coliseum or an ancient stadium.
The ceiling of the hall soared high above, disappearing into darkness, and the air carried a sense of anticipation and gravitas. The walls were lined with magical torches that emitted a gentle, flickering light, casting intricate shadows across the worn stone surfaces.
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