The venue was breathtakingly beautiful. It was large, the largest there was in Sanctauri. The chairs made it look like a fantastical world, where royals dine and have parties.
The ceiling was very high, making anyone inside seem insignificant, like it was made for giants to fit in. They were absolute swallowed hole by the beast, and the belly of it looked elegant.
The venue could fit thousands and thousands of people. The floor was made of obsidian marble stone, with brushes of gold spread across. Like fairy dust.
Blakeson was backstage, looking at the supposedly audience of the century through the curtains.
"Where the hell is everyone Trent?"
The venue was empty, in this venue's standards anyway. There were five hundred people attending but because of the vastness of it, it made it look like two.
