***
Now that Xenos was taking his well-earned nap, the Colosseum's attention shifted elsewhere.
The massive projections in the sky flickered, zooming out from the sleeping "Stranger" to three other corners of the Corrupted land.
Each projection showed a different cohort, each up against something specifically tailored to their weakness, almost as if it was done on purpose... Fated.
Teamwork. Endurance. Leading.
Three trials but one goal.
And the commentators, naturally, knew exactly where the crowd wanted to look next.
"Well then, let's see Lord Arcadia!"
Cheers rose immediately in response.
The crowd liked the young noble, always pretending he didn't care when he obviously did.
"This one should be interesting too."
Even John leaned in, curious.
"He has that guard with him; they complement each other well."
The projections stabilized on one part of the land.
An open plain of gray ice cracked with dark rivers of blood.
***
