It was not the same place Damon landed when he came to the arena, but everyone landed in a different position.
For Sylvia, she landed in the most annoying place possible. When she lifted her head, she was standing right—
Of course, she was not far from the pest her father had following her around these past few days.
She sighed, feeling mildly irritated with her circumstances.
The ground was hot and black with red glows, and the smell of sulfur filled the air. Obsidian formed in the cooled-down parts, yet the heat was still great, brushing past her skin with the intoxicating scent of the volcanic region.
This was a pleasant new experience. She had never been close to an active volcano before, neither did she ever imagine she would see one.
However, this moment was easily ruined by her company.
The elves around her were all from the Moon Glades. Not all of them were here, but those who were belonged to the knights, they must have been sent in after her.
