Mysterious, corrosive liquid fills the Dead Lake. Upon the touch of flesh, the skin will begin to peel and damage intensely, causing varying severe burns to the flesh and tissue. The acidic water is a tarry, black color with dark-green sections surrounding outer layers in the shape of a ring. Resembling very faintly of disgusting, murky swamp water, a thin layer of mist clouds over the lake, however tributes can almost clearly make out bones and skulls rising to the bubbling surface.

A bleak, grey expanse of smooth stone that acts as a sort of wind tunnel. Setting foot inside immediately buffets you with hot, dry wind, and the sand and stone kicked up into your face doesn’t help either. It almost feels like skeletal hands trying to rip the clothing off your body and drag you down. It is highly advised to watch your step here. With drops on every side, one might accidentally get flung down.

Given its name for a sole purpose, the Lonely Caves are meant for the single accompaniment of oneself and their belongings. Lone travelers straggling off without anybody to assist them in their tasks, these caves may take you to anywhere within the arena that one wishes. Sight in pitch black, and echoes that rebound from one entrance to another, the easiest way to navigate is with a light source. Perhaps, with given light, one may also witness mysterious carvings that change as each day progresses onward. Not to mention, the foreign words engraved upon stone welcome those into the cave, “Lasciate Ogni Speranza, Voi Ch’entrate.”

Unlike the Dead Lake and Pool of Boiling Blood, the Pool of Molten Gold is striking to look at. A beautiful amber glow emanates from the gold, reflecting off of hundreds of diamonds, jewels, and gemstones embedded in the cave walls. The heat here only adds to the mesmerizing effect, thick but not suffocating or cloying. Be wary of temptation, though. Get too close, and your greed could easily lead you to a horrible burning death.

The lost lit area in this arena, without a doubt. The endless void of flames leads from seemingly nowhere, meanwhile the roaring fires rage well above surface level, embers raining down leaving ash covering the ground. Radiating heat from every step within this area it’d be wise to watch your steps. How tragic it’d be to fall into the flames, and become just another screaming soul that joins the chorus the sound of roaring flames make.

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