Relief floods you as you step out of the dark caravan, the stench and humidity of sweat and shit finally giving way to fresh air and light. Then the crowd bursts into life. Demons, goblins, elves, vampires, lizard morphs, and even other humans, all rouse into an insatiable frenzy, their bloodlust hanging thick in the Arena, a behemoth structure of demonstone and souls, the stands are lined with rows and rows of writhing mass, going so high into the sky, the spectators up their must be grazing oncoming clouds with their heads. It's clear from their reaction that they want only one thing. Carnage.

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! IT IS MY PERVERSE PLEASURE TO INTRODUCE TO YOU FOR THE FIRST TIME IN THE HISTORY OF THE ARENA, HUMANS!" the announcer's voice booms over the Arena, echoing back and forth, the crowd hushes down to the barest whisper, "That's right, you heard me. Humans. The Pact... has been breached. Thanks to those of mankind in our midst right now." the announcer simmers his voice down into a conspiratorial whisper. "Now, onto the day's events. FIRST! Our contestants will go through a gauntlet of vicious monsters, testing their mettle to the utmost degree. Then one lucky winner will claim their rightful prize. AND NOW! WITHOUT FURTHER ADO! LET THE CORRUPTION BEGIN"

You feel a chill down your spine, as if someone is running a clammy finger over the nooks and crannies of your vertebrae. Then the world turns red, to your right you witness a man's spine being slowly ripped from his body by an invisible creature. His screams silence the Arena and other contestants, until the skin finally splices open and his muscle fibers give way, flopping onto the dirt floor. Oh fuck. In a flurry of motion you spin 180 degrees, your arms swinging in wild tandem through the air. Your knuckles find their way into the body of a small creature, about the size of your torso, it's springy flesh offering little protection against your strikes. Its claws are razor sharp and its form is hunched, with large vertebrae spindling out from its back. You retch and step away. "Down goes our first moza! Nasty little things straight from Kommehra, known to perch invisibly upon its victims shoulder until it feels the need to tear out their spine and slurp up all the delectable marrow. But rest assured ladies and gentlemen. That is not all for the evenings entertainments." You can feel the greasy smile plastered over the announcer's face soley through his voice.