After that minor hurdle. The four of them continued moving, making their way into the fighting ring after passing through a set of doors.
Raymond blinked, his eyes adjusting to the sudden brightness.
"This is unexpectedly luxurious."
Raymond's idea of an underground fighting ring was rusty, grimy. With lots of sweaty clearly scummy people loudly stomping and cheering.
Except the place was unexpectedly nice. With smooth stone flooring, bright white lights and clean surfaces everywhere.
A few others there were also disguised like they were, but the majority of the spectators weren't trying to hide their appearance at all.
In fact, these people looked completely normal by Raymond's standards. They looked like regular adults who would go back home after a long day of work, maybe a few occasional outings or a vacation here and there. Not freaks who enjoyed watching monsters fight to the death.
