Old Ashvarn – Arena District –
It stood as an ancient architectural masterpiece, a blood-soaked battleground that had witnessed thousands of clashes over the years ...
between humans and beasts alike.
A colossal colosseum, its towering walls forged from obsidian-black stone ...
stones that devoured all light, reflecting nothing, no matter how intense the illumination cast upon them.
This was the arena of Old Ashvarn.
Once, it had hosted Maria's reckoning trials for the children of the Heart clan.
Now, it had fallen into ruin ...
reduced to a feeding ground for monsters… and a prison for men.
Beneath the arena, within the suffocating depths of its cells,
Ethan spent long hours in captivity, quietly planning his next move ...
all while bound to a wager with a man he knew nothing about.
With no sun, no sky, no sense of time,
day and night became meaningless.
The prisoners slept when they wished,
and woke without reason ..
their only measure of time being survival itself.
