"Son of a bitch!" Uragar said. "Does he think this is a game?"
"This is a game, waste of ink." The Black Throne replied. "You are not here for a business deal, but for my amusement. Congratulations on reaching the third stage. You've realized my trick and earned the right to meet me."
"Third stage?" Jorl echoed.
"Yes. The first one was being brave enough to enter. The second was being smart enough to realize you were being played." The voice said. "You got lucky. You were starting to look as dumb as fish in a tank, and you were just as boring."
"What if we failed? Would we have spent the rest of our lives trapped here?" Akhton asked.
"Nothing so fancy. As I said, that wasn't funny anymore, and Mogar gets bitchy when I steal her mana geysers." The Black Throne mocked them with a cruel laughter. "The moment Mogar kicked me out, I would have killed you.
"This is a time trial, runt, and the clock is still ticking."
