You stand on the platform, shoulder to shoulder before your adversary. Like a bolt of lightning, the Venerator attacks and the dance begins. The battle lasts several minutes with each side giving and gaining ground in a seesaw contest of martial skill.

Despite your well-honed abilities and group coordination, you simply cannot keep pace with the awesome might of the Venerator. He singles out one of your group and drives them off an edge. One by one, the rest of you fall like dominos, until he alone stands atop the platform.

The custodian addresses your group. "The trial is over, Oathsworn. You bore yourself well and that is enough for now," he says matter of factly.