Literature
Into the Devil's Eye - Chapter 22
Chapter 22 Carnival of Death - A close Call "It's ours! We found it first!" —Lucrezia deBor Zha; Archite/Wych Queen “FOR FUCK’S SAKE…” I continued, cussing in a whispered tone. I now knew what the tattoos had been for. There were five slots embedded in the door and all were fitted with dermal scanners, a thing, all of the competitors knew, as we had covered them in survival training. Beside them, another plaque, which said: “Passage to the final Challenge” It was written in both Low Gothic and Drukhari runes, so the meaning would be understandable even for those that were not able to read the Drukhari runes. Since I had read all those words on the shoulders of my fallen enemies, I now knew that it had been expected that I collected those patches of skin, to put them in those slots. Remembering the runes, as I had thought, had not been enough. So fucking stupid. I should have known that it would be as gruesome as this! I could have just walked in there and won this. But not like
