Patroclus stood at the center of the large empty arena. There he was, back to where he had started. Were Patroclus and Wang Tong bound by destiny to meet here again, or was it by Patroclus' design? This arena had witnessed the rise and fall of House Dower, and had seen Patroclus at his best and lowest.
This was where everything began, and also where everything ended; for every end, there was a new beginning.
Patroclus threw back his head and stared into the starlit sky. He felt that his body had finally become one with nature. After the visit to the cemetery, Patroclus had gained a keen insight into the meaning of power. When he got back to the practice room, he was surprised to find out that the newfound insight had improved his strength by leaps and bounds. This fight with Wang Tong would be a perfect opportunity to put his new skills to the test.
