Zron began floating, and everyone immediately followed him, and together they all left the area. After a while, they arrived at the base of a mountain.
Instantly, they extended their senses to survey the surroundings. Only after confirming no one was nearby did they settle on the ground to ignite a fire.
The bright day was gradually darkening, even though there was no sun in the sacred divine land. If there was light in the sky, it meant it was day, and if dark clouds gathered, it meant it was night.
After everyone settled down, all eyes shifted to the old dwarf, as if urging him to continue his unfinished words.
Zron motioned for them to gather around him with a serious expression. The fire grew brighter as he exhaled and looked at the people seated across from him.
"I want all of you to join the Gladiator Arena. Its gates will open in two and a half years, and anyone below the supreme rank can participate, regardless of their age."
