When Walker made it inside the coliseum, he was surprised to see that it was empty and silent. The entire place had been cleaned by the staff and was waiting for the morning to come for the next day of battles. "Scylla, what's the point of standing here alone?"
This was what Walker really wanted to know. Scylla was standing in the central arena with her eyes closed. "There isn't one. This is new. There's no feeling of hard fought battles here. No blood in the air. The sounds of steel breaking aren't forged within the walls here yet. It's all empty."
For any demi-human, these sounds and smells were well known. Their culture relied on the coliseums to push their warriors to become better and better. "I wanted to start that all myself but I don't want to risk those that will perish because I am not on the battle field. My king is even going, how can I not be there?" Scylla had clenched fists. She was not happy with this decision at all.
