[Next Day.]
[Arena.]
The morning sun cast long shadows over the sprawling Galaxy Fall Arena. The massive coliseum, usually vibrating with the roars of millions, felt eerily hollow. The wind was calm, completely lacking the suffocating pressure of the previous day's crowds.
Davy appeared in the center of the Arena via a flash of teleportation light, and moved his sharp gaze on the remaining elite students present, then at the little audience, easily calculating there were not more than a hundred thousand spectators scattered across the vast tiers.
"Why are there so little people today?" David asked in confusion, moving his gaze around the empty seats.
"The fourth and fifth rounds are the most important, so they charge 5,000 gold coins to enter the Arena." Rose answered calmly.
"Oh." David slowly nodded his head in understanding, realizing that the people watching them today were the true power players of the three empires.
