It was like any other day at the Arena of Champions, clear skies with a beautiful bright sun shining down onto the colossal landmark. Wall-to-wall of howling cheers from the stands accompanied by the ear reverberating sounds of clashing steel and spells zipping around from the pit. The battle hardened combatants fought tooth and nail with everything they had to fuel the bloodlust the arena craved. This craving was bottomless, it had no beginning nor end. It claims
countless souls who live and die by the art of battle and today will make no difference.

Audience members who got front row seats were graced with the seeing and experiencing battles on another. By being so close to the arena one could feel the warmth of a fire spell to the chill of an ice spell. Zeno had always made sure to station himself in the front row seats. He wanted a unin the front row every chance he got when visiting the arena just for that experience. Absorbing the knowledge of how the combatants fought against one another using strategic actions, wielded weapons and magic in tandem, and showcased their techniques. All these things were a feast for the fae who had a deep love for combat. The more he watched and got fueled by the bloodlust atmosphere of the arena the more it left him shuddering in excitement.

With the current ongoing battle between the two adventurers seemingly coming to an end.
Each wore tattered armor and were out of breath but their vigor kept them going at full strength till the end. They took up their weapons for one final strike, launching their ultimate technique one after another. Upon the collision of their strike a bright blinding light erupted, filling the entire arena.

As the light expanded throughout the arena all sounds from the crowd faded gradually. When Zeno’s vision finally recovered he instantly noticed something was off. There were no people, no structures, no sound, no sky, only endless white. He wandered around the vast emptiness for what felt like forever until he spotted something in the far distance. It had the figure of a person but he could not be sure who or what it was so he activated his fae eyes to locate a mana signature. To his surprise there were not one but two signatures. This was an enlightening discovery for the fae, enough to cause him to dash towards them. As he ran towards them the white space around him slowly started to fade away like mist evaporating. Behind the mist was a similar setting to the Seven’s Arena of Champions but much older looking. The bright sandy color stone seats were not dark brown grainy stones that were broken in half or chipped. Pale transparent beings one by one flooded the seats. The floor beneath him was that of concrete cut tiles. Above him were dark clouds that blocked out the sun and hung low.

Zeno feeling weirded out about the new setting he was in was throwing him for a whirl, looking at all the figures in the stand but not one had a mana signature to them. He drew closer to figure, enough to discern their features. It would be a beautiful curvy lightly dressed woman, whose skin was a light rich caramel color that contrasted with her pristine silver hair. Her body was well toned all around like that of a fighter. Such a stunning presence made Zeno question if she was real or not. The wolf-like creature standing at her hip wore a thick shiny white coat of fur. It's striking neon blue eyes carried the glare a protector would have. The pair seemed like they were a complete package through and through.

The woman suddenly called out to him softly.
Zeno being his cautious self double checked if the mana signature he saw from before was still appearing within her and the creature, to his luck it was. The woman asked him a question while steadily approaching him. He stopped a few feet away from her and looked around.

“I'm just as confused as you, milady. But it seems we are in some kind of domain. It's very reminiscent of Seven’s Arena of Champions but much older looking” he turns to face the woman and gives a soft smile to ease the mood slightly.

“First lets touch bases on what happened to us before hand. I was in the arena before getting sent here, what about you?” Zeno squats down to look the wolf in the eyes and conjures a small fiery green butterfly on his finger tip. It flapped its wings to lift itself in the air and flutters gracefully over to the wolf's nose.

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