Elsewhere in the city, far from the noise of the roaring coliseum, a very familiar figure stood quietly inside a modest lodging.
The room was simple and neatly kept, nothing like the luxurious balconies where the nobles were watching the tournament.
A small wooden table sat in the center, along with two chairs and a single window that looked out over the distant rooftops of Grimholt.
What made the scene strange was that this same man could currently be seen in the upper stands of the coliseum.
Anyone who understood the Kletis family's techniques would immediately recognize what was happening.
But those people were few and far between.
The man had cloned himself!
Whether the figure sitting calmly in this quiet room was the real one or the copy watching the tournament in the arena… it was impossible to tell!
The man lifted a glass and took a slow sip.
