The moment the Verdant Veil group stepped through the towering gates of the Grand Arena, the air changed.
The space before them was colossal. It was so vast and open that, for a moment, Lucien wondered if they'd stepped into a different world entirely.
He even thought that entire armies could train here. Even sects could wage war across this massive field, and the arena would still hold.
The central grounds stretched like an endless plain of reinforced stone. Each slab was etched with runes that felt older than the continent itself.
Marie let out a low whistle.
"Is this still an arena…?"
Eirene nodded.
"The Grand Arena reflects the philosophy of the Solar Concordium. Here, competition becomes law."
Hundreds of groups were already present, arranged loosely into clusters. Sect banners flapped in the stirred mana-winds. Power levels, techniques, and killing intents rose and fell across the field like waves.
Lucien scanned the crowd.
