After their brief but intense stay in the VIP section, Kaelen and Guinevere quietly excused themselves and stepped out of the luxurious room. The air outside the VIP area felt lighter, though Kaelen could still feel the weight of the legendary figures' gazes as they left. He exchanged a glance with Guinevere, who gave him a small, fiery grin as if to shake off the heavy atmosphere.
Descending the stone steps of the coliseum, they finally made their way to the participants' area, where the energy was buzzing with anticipation. Participants whispered amongst themselves, some nervous, others eager to prove their worth in the tournament.
They spotted Morris sitting near the edge of the section, leaning back with a relaxed expression. His scepter was resting against the bench next to him, its intricate designs glinting faintly in the daylight. His eyes flickered up as they approached, and a knowing smile spread across his face.
