A woman in a dark blazer appeared beside them as soon as they stepped through the door.
She was tall, professional, her hair pulled back in a tight bun that didn't have a single strand out of place.
Her expression was neutral, almost bored, like she'd done this a thousand times before.
"Follow me," she said without waiting for a response.
Liam and Kelvin followed her through a narrow corridor that opened up into something that made Liam stop in his tracks.
The arena stretched out before them, massive—at least a hundred feet across, carved out of what looked like solid concrete.
The ceiling was high, maybe thirty feet up, with industrial lights hanging down on thick chains, their beams focused on the center of the room.
The walls were bare, dark, stained with years of use.
The floor was polished concrete, smooth but scarred in places with marks that looked like they'd been scraped or gouged.
