He didn’t remember. He didn’t remember the last time he left this room. And as he realized this, Ergo’s eyes visibly dulled. He would die in one months time, without remembering a place outside the place before. Ergo didn’t bother to train. He knew he would die, no matter what he did, and this evokes helplessness. He looked around his empty sandstone cell for a while. Then he went to sleep, hoping he could see the corpse of a god whom blessed all that visited it in its slumber or a dead emperor who wanted to do one good dead to make up for his evil. But alas his power showed only the truest form of corpses, his power showed only true death. And beside that without the ability to choose what he saw, he could only pray, for even if there were a corpse with some sort of knowledge helpful to him, it was one in a trillion, and Ergo had the luck of a pig. He didn’t even know how to use a weapon off any sort. Only his hands would be used. He raised his palm and pointed at the cell door his sharp uncut nails nearly breaking. He had a thought just a moment ago, so he would like to ask a question.

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”Are we free if we win?” He voiced,

silence permeated the corridors of the building.

”yes” one slave answered.

Ergo thought for a moment a layer back down. If he won he would be free. But that didn’t mean he would live a carefree life, yet losing meant death so he decided that he would win. While this may seem like an obvious choice Ergo knew that some situations and lives are just not worth living so he always thought of suicide as an option.

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Twenty nine days until death.