The trio quickly walked towards the Gladiator Arena, spotting the architecture in the environment changing as they grew closer.
What had begun as polished blackstone walkways near the overlook slowly shifted into towering obsidian arches carved with ancient runes, ribbed vaulting shaped like skeletal wings, and ever-burning crimson sconces that gave the entire district a cathedral-like gloom.
Even the lanterns hanging from above took on a more ominous hue, darker and pulsing faintly like organs.
The crowd thickened as well as they finally arrived near the Gladiator Arena, a towering building ahead of them, resembling a colossal ribcage fused with a gothic cathedral. Dark steel spires jutted from its highest points, and blood-red banners draped down like flayed skin, stamping the Everglade crest beside the Spire's sigil.
"Ready to have fun?" Lilian said.
Albedo nodded approvingly. "As long as it's interesting."
