Centered in a round, open cavern in the north of the arena is a strange rock formation, a stone spire that reaches up towards a seemingly endless ceiling. A small stream of clear water trickles continuously down its side. From far away, its surface looks rough; upon closer inspection, though, it seems that hundreds of names have been carved into the stone. On this mysterious spire the names of all deceased former tributes stare up at the current competitors, reminding them of who they are soon to become.

A short ways away from the Cornucopia lies an underground lake; don't try to drink its contents, though, tributes, because you'll certainly regret it. From far away, the water seems to be a peculiar shade of silver; a closer look, though, will reveal that it is actually bubbling, liquid mercury. Typically no living creature would be able to make a home in this viscous liquid, but judging by the occasional fin slicing across the surface, it appears that the Gamemakers have, as usual, discovered a loophole.

Approaching tributes can hear the growls sounding from this deep, dark pit from most of the surrounding passageways. It's clear that some frightening creature resides down here, but in the darkness it's impossible to see what. There are steps leading down into the pit, should you choose to use them, but be warned; the resident isn't fond of visitors.

The ground drops off suddenly in this massive cavern into a vast, seemingly endless chasm. A ledge encircles the chasm all the way around, but even with a strong beam of light its impossible to see one side from another. Take care not to lose your footing, tributes, because only one thing's for certain: it's a long way down.

Arguably the most disturbing area in the entire arena, every wall of this small cave is covered entirely in pure, shining diamond. They are so polished that they're almost reflective, and clusters appear to give off every color of the rainbow. Tributes can remove as much as they wish, but you'd be hard-pressed to find a use for them deep in the earth with death on the horizon.

A river snakes through the eastern portion of the arena, but it's far from a friendly source of water. White rapids churn and tumble through the darkness, spraying droplets in every direction and creating a raging, roaring noise that sounds for miles. It isn't advisable to go for a swim, but certain creatures clearly have no trouble navigating the torrent; you could try and catch them, but they might catch you first.