'Hmm?'
Wei'en's brow furrowed as he faintly heard Mitra's thoughts.
'Didn't she already refuse Horant's invitation to the Gladiatorial Arena?'
'Why is she there now?'
With this in mind, Wei'en quickened his pace. He swiftly left the barracks area, crossed a vast, open plaza, and arrived at the center of the city-state.
Looking up, he saw the magnificent Gladiatorial Arena looming against the night sky. Its outer walls, built from rough-hewn stone, were covered in deep marks.
Giant torches were set into the walls, their leaping flames casting a bright glow that illuminated the surroundings and made the arena's silhouette stand out starkly in the darkness.
"Stop right there! Show us your invitation!"
At the entrance, a few pirates who had been chatting excitedly saw someone approach, and their smiles instantly vanished.
Wei'en took out his invitation and handed it over, watching them calmly.
