Lysa's attention had been locked on Leo's eyes the moment the arena was revealed.
She had been eager to catch his surprised reaction to the unveiling of the ice ring, but Leo had remained notably composed.
In the first place, it was tough to read any expression on his face because of his mask, however, even the eyes that Lysa could see had shown little surprise at the arena's reveal.
She wondered whether he could have known about the arena in advance, like her? Or whether he was simply indifferent by nature?
With these thoughts in her mind, she had used a levitation spell to float above her spot in the ring, while she observed Leo and the referee climbing to theirs.
Describing the fighting arena as slippery didn't fully capture its nature; it was almost entirely frictionless, making any movement a challenge.
This was beyond mere ice; it was as if the surface had been purposefully designed to negate any grip or traction.
