The Spirits

Erik stirred from where he lay, his body aching from the duel. As his eyes focused, he was met with an environment he was not familiar with.
Trying to gain his bearings, he began to see figures gathering around him. Orom's spirits hovered near the weary Jotun, why he assumed they were all under his control was beyond him, but he felt it a safe guess.
"Where is your master? If Orom won the duel, then why does he not finish the job?"
The spirits started chattering amongst each other, or he hoped that's what was happening.When silence filled the cavern again, the elementals simply vanished into the labyrinth.
"By the World Tree, what is going on?"
Having no weapons or options, he set off towards what he hoped was back to the arena.
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The trio continued searching for Erik, no sign of their friend anywhere.
"You would think a Jotun would leave a more visible trail."
Dyvia noticed shadows darting among the crystals, remembering what happened the last time they appeared.
"Be ready, those spirits are back."
Instead of attacking, the creatures passed them, leaving no trace of their passing.
Relaxing, Dyvia rekindled her flame and turned to walk, only to see a figure appearing from the dark.
"Eryk