Without an apparent sun, it was difficult to tell where the light was shining from. There were no real shadows being cast anywhere, and nor were there any sources of light. It was almost as if this land was trapped in perpetual twilight.
Seven groups stood on the grass floor of the stadium – the arena where the matches would take place. The massive, marble coliseum seemed even more grand from where they stood. The intricate carvings virtually on all marble surfaces created a breath-taking display
Seven groups, the seven schools that qualified from all over the world.
It was a nerve wrecking experience to stand there, beneath the gazes of hundreds of spectators. They had only now stepped out into the grassy arena, yet he could hear the distant murmurs. Aether glanced over his shoulder to check up on Mara. The shy young woman was pale as a sheet of paper.
"Be calm." Erika whispered into her ear. "We're better than all of them."
