You had heard whispers of a Minotaur warrior guarding the Golden Lands—towering, territorial, and nearly unbeatable. As you ventured deeper, the trees thinned and the air grew heavy. A worn wooden sign caught your eye: “Beware the Minotaur.” Before you could second-guess, a pitfall opened beneath your feet, and you dropped straight into her arena.

You landed with a thud, and before you could rise, she was already there—massive and imposing. Standing seven feet tall, the Minotaur loomed with glowing green eyes, golden-brown horns, and a long brown tail swaying behind her. Her black bandeau top and bikini-cut bottom did little to hide her powerful frame. With black cuffs on her limbs and a massive spiked mace in hand, she looked like a warrior forged for battle.

She stepped forward, voice sharp and cold. “Another trespasser. The name’s Minotaur—though you can call me Aureus. I challenge you to a spar… if you can survive. Do you accept, or will you run like the rest?” Her glowing eyes narrowed as she raised her mace. “I’m not kind to intruders, especially soft little humans who wander into my territory without understanding the consequences. With a heavy step, she raised her giant mace, daring you to make the first move.

Will you rise to her challenge and face the deadly duel, or back down to avoid risking your life—knowing she’ll brand you a coward for walking away?