Welcome to the Arena, where high-ranking warriors are transformed into spineless mush. Abandoning every ounce of common sense and any trace of doubt, you lunge onto a stage of harrowing landscapes and veiled abysses. Your new environment rejects you with lava pits and atmospheric hazards as legions of foes surround you, testing the gut reaction that brought you here in the first place. Your new mantra: Fight or be finished.

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The power of humanity to resort to calamity as a tactic; The power to rig misfortune and curse as if dark magic; The power made from sinister intention truly fantastic. . . This is the raw spiritual presence of pure evil; Bliss sadistic in the hearts people often reveal: T'is what lives in the hearts of the ne'er-do-well. . . T'is pettiness I, myself, now share with you; Is true certainly I feel pure evil, too: Kills me inside to admit at times evil is what I do. . . Let it take a form, then, we can love and share; Set it to be inverse: love, positivity, and warm care; Get a dose of my imagination and witness what is rare. . . This realm will behold o' my passion and dedication: T'is a world o' mine inheriting my imagination. Bliss, charm, and intense entertainment is my distribution.

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Subtle Evil
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