Pete's eyes were wide in confusion. "Umm, Mr. Rodrick? Miss Raya? What is going on? Is this a battle arena? It sure looks like one!"
Rodrick smiled and patted Pete on the shoulder. "Something like that," he said over the crowd's din. "Most legendary heroes were fighters and warriors and kings during their lifetimes. Therefore, they choose to reside in this grand arena in their afterlife."
"We call it the Deathleaf," Raya chimed in with pride.
Pete raised an eye at the weird naming sense. "I assume heroes come here to die and wither away?"
"Something like that," Rodrick replied. "It is easy to reminisce about their past glories this way, watching others fight for victory and glory. Sometimes they fight each other for sport."
The boy shrugged. "Then why am I here?"
His charming guide smiled a handsome grin. "To test you, of course, Peter."
"Err, what?"
