A massive crowd of candidates from countless races stood within a colossal arena that stretched so wide Will could not immediately see its boundaries.
The sheer scale of the structure made his breath catch for a moment. Tier upon tier of stone seating rose into the sky, carved with an architectural precision that reminded him strongly of ancient Rome from his previous life.
Wide arches, layered colonnades, and towering spires surrounded the arena, each surface etched with old runes that pulsed faintly with suppressed power.
The ground beneath his feet was smooth obsidian stone, reinforced by formation arrays so complex that he could not sense their depth.
Will stood among the sea of bodies, his posture was relaxed but his senses were alert. Around him were beings of every race.
Towering titans whose shadows alone covered dozens of people.
Slender elves with calm expressions. Dwarves with their sneers.
Beast folk with twitching ears and tails that betrayed nervous anticipation.
