Morathi, looked over her new captured slaves. She could feel the magic flow in and out of them.
"Let’s have some fun with them before they die,” she said.
"What are you thinking of my Queen," Sylak replied.
"Not much," Morathi said. An evil, twisted grin came across her face. She grabbed her staff and hit Sylak behind the head with it. He fell down nearly unconscious. "Hope you like games too." With that she started laughing and hackling.
“Guards! Escort him into the chamber were the other slaves are being held.” Two Black Guards came out of the shadows and lifted Sylaks limp body and started to walk away.

“Assemble slaves!” said one of the guards. “You masters wants a word with you.” In came Morathi.
“I have a proposition for you. You give me entertainment and in return you get to live,” she said with a devilish smirk on her face. “You eight shall be put into four groups were you shall use your powers against one another to survive. The one still standing in the end shall be free.”
“You witch screamed out an Empire wizard by the name of Charles Stern. I will never do that!”
“Fine then,” she replied,” you shall die! With that Stern started to float and his body started racking with immense pain. Those screams, you will never forget the screams has he was being burnt alive. His body landed bones out of place. The smell of burnt flesh filled the air. “Anyone else wish to defy me!


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