The next day, the rising sun tinted the horizon with shades of gold and pink, spreading a soft light that heralded a new beginning. The arena, still imposing in its desolation, silently awaited the footsteps of those who would once again make it the stage for crucial decisions. Kaizen, Cephal, and Alaric met in the center of the arena, where the shadows of the abandoned stands drew intricate patterns on the floor.
Kaizen looked at the others, noting the determination in Alaric's eyes and Cephal's caution. The distant sound of morning birds and the whisper of the wind in the ruins created an atmosphere of anticipation.
"Are we ready to begin?" asked Kaizen, his voice echoing in the empty arena.
