As the new day dawned, the journey to the Seven Hills resumed. The sky was a tapestry of pastel hues as the Sky Glider Eagle soared gracefully, carrying the Clark sect's representatives. Ria, noticing Prince Ethan's depressed demeanour, decided to engage him in conversation, hoping to understand more about their sect's history in the Arena.
"Prince Ethan," Ria called, her tone gentle yet inquisitive, "I've been wondering, why has our sect consistently found itself at the bottom ranks in the Royal Arena?"
Ethan, initially surprised by Ria's interest, sighed deeply before responding. "It's a matter entwined with rivalry and politics. Our main adversary has been the Vinci sect, but the real issue is with the Iron Fist Sect, which is one of the founding member of the Royal Arena."
