The racing coarse streched almost ominously. Through the large reflective screen, every detail was unnervingly clear. The churned black ground reinforced with blood and aether.
Sharp crystals rose from the ground at different intervals, each painted with dried blood from the previous competition.
Most of those familiar with it called it the death track. It was a track made to test the adaptation of warriors during war but also just to train horses on how to avoid obstacles.
The track was a death zone for the careless.
Lilith sat on the palace balcony one leg crossed over the other, gaze fixed towards the reflective image above the court.
Her personal maid stood behind her, eyes fixed on the reflective screen above.
The image switched to a different part of the coarse the best part of everything. This wasn't the normal horse racing track, that would be boring and way too easy for most. Something had been added to spice up the race.
