While Nafız was experiencing these, the two people who entered the dungeon with her were also journeying in completely different realms. The grey-haired orc warrior had been walking for a long time on a steppe stretching as far as the eye could see; let alone seeing a living being, he hadn't witnessed even the slightest change for all this time.
Just as the hulking orc had gotten thoroughly used to this stagnation and started thinking that this was the normal flow of life, some sounds gently attached themselves to his ears from afar.
Alyon immediately turned his direction that way; as his quickened steps gave him the chance to hear the sounds more clearly, the orc warrior stopped the act of walking he had been doing for a long time and began to run.
When he reached the place causing his haste, he would completely freeze; the view he saw was not the kind often encountered in desolate vast steppes.
"Finally you made it, you weak thing; I don't intend to wait for you here forever!"
At the end of the steps made of dark yellow marble, the man established on the throne atop a rather large platform spoke in an arrogant tone; while the voices of the beauties he seated on his knees mixed with those at his feet, the timbre of his words fit perfectly with the atmosphere he was in.
With jet-black hair and eyes flashing on and off like lightning, the owner of the words was a completely different Alyon; on his throne made of human and orc skulls where he sat with great self-confidence, he was surrounded by women dazzling with their magnificent beauty.
Alyon, who had entered the dungeon trial, was trying to figure out what was happening, but a voice inside him was begging him to pulverize the type standing before him.
"Cat got your tongue, loser? Will you be able to fight with me, or do you plan to just take a beating until you die like last time?"
While the grey-haired orc warrior, forced to walk on the desolate steppe for a long time, was busy digesting the strangeness laid before his eyes, he couldn't quite understand the first things said by the type who was exactly identical to him, but these last insults were not things he would swallow.
"Get up, you pimp-faced bastard! I'm going to separate your flesh from your bone in one move!"
The grey-haired warrior would lunge forward as soon as he drew the giant weapon Nafız gave him; simultaneously, his enemy wasn't sitting idle either. He would respond to the attack of the man—who was exactly identical to him except for hair color—with the twin of his weapon; when two Alyons and two giant axes clashed, neither the throne, nor the platform, nor the women dizzying with their beauty remained.
Right now, two orc warriors were fighting with all their might on the barren lands; they were so furious that the dust rising from the ground due to their movements turned into small tornadoes and flew far away every time they clashed their weapons.
The confrontation of both orcs participating in the dungeon trial with themselves was becoming very magnificent; while the bitter screams of weapons soaked in blood and sweat filled the sky, the violence of the struggles increased moment by moment.
Meanwhile, in a completely different place, there was a druid spending very calm times, unlike the experiences of his friends with whom he entered the dungeon.
Sitting on a wide cedar under an arbor covered with vine leaves, two people eating grapes they picked from hanging branches with pleasure were arguing with smiling faces.
"You have a large share of truth in what you say, but why should being against violence mean submitting to being oppressed?"
Ainle looked in astonishment at his lookalike with whom he chatted; he had never experienced such a mind-opening experience before.
Although their communities seemed soft and libertarian, they were actually governed by a passive-aggressive regime of oppression.
The young druid began to understand this better with each passing minute; he was slowly solving why he defended the correctness of the ideology imposed on him since the day he was born with an unshakable will under all conditions.
"Our homeland is under occupation, the forces realizing this are savage and ruthless; what answer other than violence can peace-loving people like us have against them!"
When the scrawny druid directed his question to his chat partner who was exactly identical to him, he couldn't lift his head from the ground; evidently, even thinking and voicing this was objectionable for him.
"Ah, my dear friend, are you unable to take your eyes off the soil we tread on because you asked me a question to which you know the answer very well?"
The answer would cause Ainle to laugh pathetically; a teardrop trickling down his cheek entered through his curled lips, leaving its bitter salty taste in the young druid's mouth.
Scrawny Ainle was very happy; contrary to the ideas hammered into his head like nails even in the name of goodness and righteousness, his new friend's hypotheses pushed him to think constantly.
Every minute of the chat with this wisely speaking lookalike was as precious as a lifetime for him; the young druid wanted time to stop and stay here forever.
Unlike him, the female orc seemed to be in a great hurry; the moment she repelled the joint attacks of the two Nafızes she confronted, she was landing blows with her blood-colored daggers.
"It doesn't matter which one I team up with; in the end, I get crushed along with the one who falls into a weak position. I guess I have no other choice; I will have to defeat these two lookalikes who possess completely different natures!"
The duo fighting madly with each other attacked the real Nafız directly when she appeared between them. Such being the case, the female orc didn't seem likely to have much difficulty implementing the solution coming to her mind.
Nafız would be very happy if it were as simple as said, but fighting with two of herself was no easy task at all.
While the struggle continued, the weather conditions slowly changed; pitch-black clouds covered the entire sky. These clouds, which did not hesitate at all while pouring down the rain they brought with them, didn't seem likely to go anywhere for a long time either.
After a long while, the drops pouring down like buckets would cease; their place was now taken by pure white snow. Regardless of what happened, the fight continued; Nafız felt neither fatigue nor hunger. Her only thought for all this time was to take down her opponents and reach the sphere hanging in her field of vision.
Alyon suffered from almost the same trouble; the struggle he gave to take down the other Alyon standing before him had reached a deadlock.
"What happened, my grey-haired grandpa? You're about to run out of breath!"
The opponent of the orc passing the trial hadn't shut up even for a moment since they started fighting; with his brute strength and non-stop jaw, this type was a total nuisance.
"Oh, f*ck the ligaments of your jaw! Shut up, you black-head!"
Alyon was using whatever he had in hand; he had activated the Warrior's Wrath ability long ago, but to no avail—it was of no use while fighting with himself.
"You're jealous of me, aren't you? I am strong, I can kill my enemies and have fun with the beauties I want; most importantly, I am much more handsome than you!"
This new Alyon was truly unbearable; roaring with ambition, the grey-haired orc lunged at the enemy as soon as he gripped his weapon so he wouldn't talk anymore.
Actually, there were those inside the dungeon who had no trouble with talking at all; although four seasons had passed where they sat, Ainle felt as if they had started chatting five minutes ago.
"Protecting oneself to sustain existence is the most natural right of every living being; essentially, thinking the opposite is an attitude contrary to nature!"
"Think of it this way: can we blame wild creatures for attacking any living being they see as prey?"
The scrawny druid knew the answer to this question as well as his name; that's why he would shout hurriedly before a breath passed.
"Of course not!"
"Then, my dear friend, why do you forbid yourself the behaviors you see as right for others?"
The answer he gave opened the door to another question, but Ainle wouldn't hold back from saying what was in his mind.
"Those behaviors can be considered normal because it is the nature of wild creatures; we druids are not like that!"
The other person, the lookalike of the druid passing the trial, would start laughing with joy upon what he heard; this action caused Ainle, who had been in awe for a long time, to be a bit offended.
"Don't get angry immediately, my dear friend; I smiled because I understood that what came out of your mouth were not your words!"
"How do you know they are not my words?"
Ainle was resisting; even though he knew inwardly that these were things his mother taught him since childhood, the young druid couldn't accept that they might be wrong.
"Let's say these are your words and truths; then tell me, why am I able to think differently?"