The arena had transformed overnight.
Gone were the individual platforms of Phase One. Gone was the labyrinth of Phase Two. A single massive structure now dominated the floor, a raised battlefield with three distinct lanes cutting through terrain both natural and constructed. Stone pillars dotted the side paths, scarred from previous Trials.
A shallow river ran through the center, its dark water moving slow and cold. Elemental hazards flickered in the spaces between lanes: a patch of crackling lightning that arced between stone spires, a pool of bubbling heat that shimmered the air above it, a section of ground that pulsed with unstable gravity, loose pebbles floating inches off the stone.
