SHADOWCLAW — TRAINING ARENA
The arena was built for war and repurposed for embarrassment.
Serena Drakenfell's training session had drawn an audience that rivaled a tournament.
Both Alpha Kings. Three Master Mages. Two Betas. A Master Healer who had arrived with a flask and the expression of a man attending a catastrophe out of professional obligation. Twelve Shadowclaw warriors handpicked by Fin to serve as training partners. And one Beta Luna, who was sitting in the front row with her legs crossed and a look on her face that communicated she was here for the chaos and would be providing commentary.
Serena stood in the center of the arena floor and wanted to disappear.
Hyran spoke first.
"The dark magic from the lake has been fully purged. All three are clean. The parasitic residue from the spikes has been extracted and neutralized." His eyes moved to Serena, then to Dex, then to Fin.
"Confirmed," Aeron said from his position against the far wall.
