Tension hung in the air like a dense fog as Maelstrom watched the group with his piercing eyes. The portal of dark energy pulsed beside him, emanating a sense of desolation that sent a shiver down the spine of even the most experienced warriors.
"A simple test of sight," said Maelstrom, his words echoing in the silent arena. "You will be taken to a desert I have created specifically for this test. There, I will play the classic game of coin toss and fortune telling."
"Classic coin toss?" Alina asked. She had lived in a library for hundreds of years, so it was only natural that she didn't know it.
Og'tharoz, with his serious tone, answered her. "It's a game that basically consists of guessing which hand the coin is in."
"Sounds easy, doesn't it? But know that the real difficulty lies in speed and accuracy." Surtr said.
Bloody Lily clenched her fists, feeling the exhaustion still weighing on her muscles, but determined not to let it get to her. Beside her, Kaizen stood firm, his eyes fixed on the pale-skinned demon, as if trying to decipher some secret hidden in his elegant posture.
"Come on," said Kaizen. "If this is the next test, then so be it. We're ready."
Surtr gave a wry smile, clearly amused by the group's confidence. "Very well, then. Let the next test begin."
With an almost imperceptible gesture, Maelstrom moved his hand, and the black portal began to grow, swallowing up the arena around it. In the blink of an eye, everyone was enveloped by the dark energy, feeling a violent tug that transported them to another reality. When the darkness dissipated, the group found themselves in the middle of a vast desert, exactly as Maelstrom had described.
The sand dunes stretched endlessly under a sky tinged with blood red, and the sandstorm in the distance created a constant murmur, like a distant whisper.
"Welcome to my domain," said Maelstrom, his voice now carrying unquestionable authority. "In this desert, the only constant is uncertainty. Let's see if you can see beyond appearances."
He raised a hand, revealing a gold coin shining brightly on his white glove.
"You'll only have one chance, while I'll have three rounds. If you guess the position of the coin in the three rounds in sequence, you win; if you get it wrong, I'll be the one to win. .net
Maelstrom landed gently on the ground, the coin now hidden in one of his hands. The storm abated slightly, just enough to allow the group to see Maelstrom's figure standing out in front of them.
"First round," he said, a sardonic smile on his lips. "What's the hand?"
Kaizen looked at Og'tharoz, trusting in the demon's wisdom. "What do you think?"
Og'tharoz closed his eyes again, concentrating on the sounds and vibrations around him. He remembered how Maelstrom used to tilt his head slightly to the right when trying to trick his opponents.
"It's an old trick," he thought aloud.
"Right," said Og'tharoz at last, with a conviction that made Kaizen nod without hesitation.
Maelstrom opened his right hand, revealing the shiny coin.
"Impressive," he said, his smile disappearing for a moment. "I see your senses are still as sharp as ever Og'tharoz."
"I don't think we should touch the past, Maelstrom. Otherwise, I'll stop holding back and I'll kill you." Og'tharoz said, glaring hatefully at Maelstrom.
Surtr's butler bowed his head and agreed. He closed both hands again, letting the coin disappear between his nimble fingers. The sandstorm around them subsided even further, revealing a circle of clarity where everyone could clearly see their companions. The tension in the air was palpable, like electricity before a storm, each member of the group feeling the weight of the next move.
"Round two," said Maelstrom, his tone defiant but with a hint of respect. "Let's see if you can do it again with a new challenge."
At that moment, Maelstrom's figure seemed to blur for a moment and then suddenly, like a cell, he duplicated himself.
"A clone?" Jayaa asked.
"Clones... That's his specialty." Og'tharoz replied.