The high-altitude wind howling through the volcanic stone pillars of the grand colosseum had turned incredibly cold, carrying the heavy scent of upcoming thunder.
Tony Clark walked along the narrow stone corridor leading straight to the central arena platform, his boots making a slow, steady clicking sound against the dark marble.
The heavy, dark-gold jade box that Selena Faith had gifted him was gone, and the magnificent Void Dragon's Shadow Bow was now strapped securely across his back, its sleek dragon-bone frame faintly shimmering with a violet-and-silver magical aura under his cloak.
Before his feet could even touch the base of the arena stairs, a sharp rustle of fine silk cut through the mountain wind.
