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Finale

Having seized the opportunity to use the malfunctioning of the world-siphon to escape your prison cells, you stormed the arena and found there your nemesis, the Arena Master himself. He surveyed the group, who had just benefited from yet another surge of the siphon to reach a new pinnacle of power, and said, "I guess it's time to take matters into my own hands." With that, he snapped his fingers, and his form began to bloat and grow, twisting into the shape of a twenty-five-foot-tall, bipedal walrus decked in thick iron plates and carrying a longsword taller than most of the combatants. He snapped again, and a familiar form appeared by his side. The decayed, putrid shape of the black dragon you had killed earlier sprung forth from the ether and glared at you. The group leaped into action, peppering both the dragon and the Walrog with arrows, slamming it with melee attacks, and casting spells.The Walrog attempted to even the odds somewhat by conjuring some of the blue-skinned, winged and liveried ushers to turn their longbows onto the combatants, but it was too little, too late.The dragon crashed to the ground thanks to a well-placed eldritch smite from range, and was destroyed.The Walrog was taken to his knees, bloodied and beaten, and finished off by a flurry of attacks from the meat cleaver.It’s form turned into shifting sand, which dropped and merged with the arena floor. Then the world shifted around you, and everyone reappeared in the lava-filled battleground in which you had destroyed each other in the past.The Walrog waded through the lava, still wielding its deadly sword.However, polymorphing a death priest into a terrifying dinosaur, and having a twelve pack of Counterspells at the ready, proved to be too much for the Walrog, and it was overwhelmed and driven back into its humanoid form, to lie, dead and burning, on the molten surface of the lava. The lava field flickered around you again, and you found yourself once more in the arena.Devoid of spectators, lacking the force that in the past had compelled you to fight one another, you looked around at each other and realized, you had defeated the Hall of Champions, and won your freedom, whatever that may look like…
Just want to say it's been a pleasure running this game for you all, and I hope we'll meet again on other battlefields.  Wish you all the best, and good gaming!