Jason Connor
Unsurprisingly, as Jason descended down the stairs, the dark was the most prevalent thing that he could see as he followed the stairs down into the earth, eventually returning both Occisor and Slayer to their balls just to avoid accidentally knocking one of them over. Time seemed to stretch here, as he had no real source of light aside from the light his phone's flashlight offered, but he was willing to bet that when he finally saw the natural light, he had been walking down for some time. He turned off the flashlight off and approached, squinting his eyes as the sun hit them and then staring in awe of what he was standing in.
All around him showed a place caught in time, stone grown over with greenery but, despite everything, looking like it was as fresh as the day it was placed. In the middle as Jason looked around, sitting in the center of a pedestal, was what looked to be a piece of a flute, something that seemed to draw in the aspiring champion. The green flames continued to dance around, doing little more than existing and Jason, after staring at the piece of flute for a few minutes, sighed. "Well, fortune favors the bold and all that." Reaching out, he clasped the flute piece.