A familiar white fog had enveloped Tyrant once again, the first time this happened it resulted in him being transported into another world by his guess which made him curious about this soon-to-be new location. However, first thing was first, beyond fighting to the death for a "wish" he wondered what this new world would provide him in both entertainment for his fighting spirit and taste buds. The contestants, all in all, looked like they could handle themselves within a fight for their lives but what Tyrant really wanted to learn is the foreign objects within this new world. The leader of this organization talked about various treasures and beasts scattered throughout this dangerous land, treasure was something always on an ogre's mind since everyone in the Old World could speak through money and lots of money provided lots of meat! Monsters on the other hand didn't say much, depending on this world the most ferocious monsters might as well be chew toys for the Mournfang. The Old World is a very dangerous place that Tyrant had been accustomed to, not many can survive a place that knows no peace which is then constantly torn through wars of the various races that has known only to survive through violence. So, within this new world, Tyrant could only expect that by sending in the strongest warriors meant that everything will provide him a good fight and a good eat which excited him as this new land shall be explored and subsequently conquered single handily by the Tyrant of the All-Maw tribe!
Eager in anticipation as the fog started to dissipate, Tyrant pulled out Giant Eater in the case of any surprise attacks once he exits the fog, but before his eyes could adjust to the scene his other senses could almost instantly detect its familiarity. Tyrant was confused, wasn't he supposed to go to a new world? This place smelt and felt exactly like the old grounds, the Maw-Pit, but that place was all the way back at his campsite which was worlds away! Did they manage to trick him somehow? Slightly angry at the fact of this probable bamboozle, the ogre soon swatted away the remaining fog to discover that he was right in a certain senses about the scene. By all accounts it was the same except for two facts, the first one was a giant hole in the middle of the grounds to the surface and another giant hole on the side of the pit with only darkness filling up the void. Scratching his chest, Tyrant was still just a bit confused about his surroundings, but with his Giant Eater still in hand he slowly walked over to the seemingly bottomless pit. He looked down to the ceaseless darkness, this sight reminded him heavily of the tunnels across the Mountains of Mourn built long ago by the once prosperous dawi, and even in the distance his eyes could recognize a glowing city. Skaven? Those rat bastards always did like building cities under cities but the glowing was quite abnormal... Warpstone? The veteran warrior looked at the glowing city for a few more seconds before shrugging his shoulders at the sight, there was no possible way to reach that city without climbing the ninety degree cliff that would most likely result in his death. So, with sightseeing done, Tyrant decided to leave by the rather incredibly large vertical tunnel which would provide him an escape from this familiar setting. However, before all of this could be executed, the ogre's ears managed to detect something within the dark pit.
A subtle noise of sorts fell within his ears, the ogre gripped his Giant Eater just a bit more before eyeing his dark surroundings of any nearby threats. Tyrant was subtly cursing the fact that his eyes couldn't adjust to the darkness as well as some of the other races, the filthy rat-men, the ugly goblins, and the stubborn dawi have always had superior night vision which are constantly used to their advantage once entering their dark tunnels and cities. Still, the ogre could see from a fair enough distance to fight, but he needed to be cautious as something was lurking in the darkness with him. Taking a few steps away from the bottomless cliff, Tyrant continued to scan the area with the giant bone club tightly gripped within his grubby hands, "Come out and fight, the Maw-Pit dictates that once two people enter only one can leave with the other in their belly, do you dare refuse this challenge?"