The decapitated, dismembered corpse of the drow remained strewn across the dirt long after the announcement of the tree's victory.
Isiah looked around in quiet disbelief, realizing that these gladiatorial contests possessed no rules or boundaries. It was a strict battle to the death, and the absolute savagery of the tournament shocked him to his core.
Suddenly, a massive uproar erupted from one of the distant seating columns. Isiah leaned over the stone railing to investigate, spotting a dense concentration of drows occupying the stands. They bore striking similarities to the deceased fighter and were visibly outraged by his fatal defeat.
They began thrashing against the metal barricades, chanting guttural phrases in unison.
"Sacrifice accepted... sacrifice accepted... sacrifice accepted..."
The drows repeated the rhythmic chant over and over in the wake of their champion's demise.
