By the time I get back to the main area of the Oathring, the afternoon is already coming apart over Azure Prime.
The light crosses the ocean sky in an orange tone, scattering reflections between the suspended structures and the city towers. Creatures swim above the stands, reduced to slow shadows against the brightness. They remind me of the conversation I had with Freya minutes ago, and a chill runs through me.
The arena still carries the marks of the battle, but almost no one pays attention to the workers replacing floor plates or the barrier runes being recalibrated.
The crowd has found another spectacle.
The commercial sector is surrounded.
Guards keep three separate lines, staff hand out small numbered markers, and an improvised barrier stops buyers from pushing in on the coach. Even so, I hear arguments break out every time someone tries to switch places or claims they were given an earlier number.
Leona's voice crosses the area through an amplification rune.
