On Zevil Island, the examinees
Shall find their enemies in former friends.
Alliances are made, while others cease
For half are doomed to meet untimely ends.
Since forests muffle footsteps with their leaves,
A Hunter must not fight without a plan.
The strength of brutes yields to the stealth of thieves;
A man caught unaware is a dead man.
The scent of blood attracts red butterflies
While caverns swarm with honeybees and snakes.
Behind each tree may lurk a wild surprise;
Within each fruit lies sustenance or aches.
The numbers drawn cause chaos and dismay
For luck decides who's predator or prey.