As the fire crackled gently in the hearth and the warmth of shared memories settled over the table like a thick blanket, Asher leaned back and glanced at Veyra with a curious smile. "So… tell me. What other interesting places are there in Evolver's Paradise? You've been here longer than we have."
Veyra lit up, her eyes gleaming faintly in the lamplight. "Well, there's one place everyone talks about—even the nobles and high-society Evolvers. The King's Arena."
Valeris raised an elegant brow. "A place for battles?"
Veyra nodded. "Yes. But it's more than just a coliseum. It's a grand proving ground—built into a floating spiral tower of mirrored glass and bone-wrought steel. The arena shifts depending on the fighters, adapting to their elements and Laws. It even manifests illusions to test your resolve and creativity. The King's Arena is where pride goes to live… or die."
Asher leaned in, intrigued. "Sounds tempting. But you're hesitating."
