The massive iron-banded gates creaked open before Kai, flooding his vision with blinding white light. The deafening roar of the crowd bled in from the open air beyond. He stepped forward without hesitation, the soles of his boots crunching softly against the dirt-lined corridor floor. With each step, the thunder of the arena grew, hundreds, maybe thousands of voices crashing together into a single, booming wave of anticipation.
He pulled a sword and a small shield out of his shadow space and looked them over once. His sigils still held strong. Increased durability ok the shield, and sharpness on the sword.
And then he emerged.
In the Arena of Kings.
