Chapter 285: Asura
The spatial distortion faded.
When Rhain's boots finally touched solid ground, the nauseating feeling of spatial distortion vanished.
He slowly opened his eyes.
Beneath the pitch-black, demonic Asura mask he wore, his dark grey eyes swept over his new surroundings.
It was night, yet the subterranean expanse before him was anything but asleep.
Contrary to what Rhain had expected, the Crucible Arena was not just a single, massive sand pit where gladiators fought to the death.
It was an entire metropolis.
Wide stone avenues stretched out before him, lined with merchant stalls selling blood-stained weapons, herbs, and questionable artifacts.
Taverns built from rough-hewn stone overflowed with masked men and women, the sharp scent of cheap spiritual liquor wafting off them.
Everyone walking these streets wore a mask.
The auras moving through this city were staggering.
