Suddenly, an elf appeared behind him. It was Lydius. "Young mage, the Saradominist warrior wants you to return to the forest."
"All right."
Lydius led Kaisen to the meadow where King Aardi and Saren waited. As he approached, the bushes rustled nearby. Kalda came out. She was panting, and her face was bruised and cut. Her clothes were tattered, and she looked battered and beaten. She threw a silver urn onto the ground at Aardi's feet.
Aardi looked stunned, but he finally said, "Very well. The first task is complete."
Kaisen and Saren congratulated Kalda, but Aardi wasted no time. "The second task will be...yours, warrior."
Saren stepped forward. "I'm ready."
"Not here. I will lead you to the arena."
"Arena?"
Aardi smiled. "Yes, warrior. Your task will be a good, old-fashioned fight to the death."
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