Solomon tightened his grip on the leather strap of Eden's Penance. He eagerly scanned the lively room for the nearest descent. A massive iron gate guarded by two muscular bouncers marked the entrance to the basement arena.
Solomon walked straight toward the guards. "Lead the way. I need to hit something right now."
The two bouncers crossed their arms and completely blocked the iron gate. They glared down at Solomon's first-year academy clothes and the oversized executioner's sword strapped to his back.
"Entry to the underground arena requires a minimum wager deposit." The guard on the left tapped a thick finger against his own chest. "Novices usually lack the funds to cover the baseline bets. You should go back upstairs and buy a cheap drink."
