Mifta awoke sitting below the arena, the cheers from above reaching her ears. A set of modified magical restraints locked her hands together, as well as chaining her to the wall. The effect of the restraints made her body feel three times as heavy, making even the slightest movement difficult.
How long have they had me chained here? The last thing I remember was that bitch hitting me with a lightning spell. Did I really pass out from that alone, or was there something else? She tugged against the chains, yet they refused to budge, sending out a small shock through the contact.
Her muscles tensed up as the electricity passed through, biting her lip hard enough for blood to come out. A few moments passed before her body relaxed, allowing her to focus on her surroundings. A wooden rack, full of various types of weapons in disrepair, was placed by a gate that led to a staircase that ascended upwards.
