When Alexander exited the inner maze of the stadium the first thing to hit him was the bright, blinding sun.
The morning was cold, but the sun made it tolerable.
His platform was just ahead, elevated by a few steps—a perfect square made of stone.
Several more lined up, other fights happening simultaneously for other guilds.
He could see in the neighboring stage flashing spells, bright explosions and projectiles flying everywhere.
A blue wall flickered every time they would've exited the confines of the stage, protecting the spectators in their seats and the officials walking around the arena.
The sound of the explosions paired with the increasing cheers created a truly epic feeling.
The spectators went wild once they saw him exiting the tunnel, a camera had zoomed in on him, showing him on the giant screens around.
His tired eyes looked around, he quickly found Sunder and Titan in the first row—Sunder cheering while Titan sat silently, hands still somehow in his pockets.
