THIRD PERSON POV
Let's return to a previous point in time, right after Will had finished his tenth match.
Inside the administrator's room of the underground fighting grounds, the dim glow of lanterns flickered against the cracked stone walls. The scent of sweat, blood, and damp wood lingered in the air—a constant reminder of the brutal battles taking place just beyond the thick wooden door. Papers, betting slips, and gold coins were scattered across a worn-out table, where two figures sat deep in conversation.
