The Radeon Terraces Arena adjusted on its own, folding and dividing until every master and teacher had been placed inside a private room of their own.
Calyx had been given a task. Radeon ordered him to copy the memories of the ghosts feeding the masters' and teachers' screens, taking the raw sight as it came.
After that, he was to cut away every failure, every foolish blunder, and every sect secret, along with any clear view of the inheritances won, before the scenes were shown to the wider audience in the arena.
When Calyx asked why, he earned nothing but Radeon's frown.
That, in Radeon's eyes, was the old ghost's weakness. Calyx had skill, but his political sense was thin. If he truly meant to rule ghosts one day, he needed to understand such things without having them spelled out for him.
Three hours after the participants entered the secret realm, the masters and teachers could already feel the pressure weighing on their disciples and students.
