The arena was massive—one of the few places in the Academy Damon had never set foot in before.
It wasn't just a training ground. It was an entire facility equipped with all manner of advanced artifacts: devices for measuring stats and mana aptitude, automata for simulated combat, and small dueling rings—rings that, if he remembered correctly, could combine into a massive coliseum-sized stage.
The place gave off the air of an ancient colosseum, yet its design was modern and refined. Still, the resemblance was close enough that Damon couldn't help but feel like a gladiator walking into a public spectacle.
Following behind the Headmaster after finishing his oral report, Damon was now on his way to undergo his stats evaluation. Apparently, the mental health department wanted to use some kind of machine on him as well—just to be safe, they'd said.
Naturally, being escorted by the Headmaster—and trailed by over a dozen professors—drew attention. A lot of attention.
