Getting to the mountain had been hard enough - getting through the mountain was proving worse. Thankfully Wyatt had finally managed to fall asleep, so perhaps it was a good time to take a break.

He lowered the stretcher down off his back, setting Wyatt down as gently as he could manage, and letting out a breath when he realised he was still asleep. Good.

Maximus stretched, stepping out of the cave to glance around the strange, technicoloured arena. He'd half believed it to be a fever dream brought on by the poison, but no... it really was this pink...