Round Table Arena Novels & Stories

The decision was made in order to ensure that students` battles would not interfere with public transportation during the , even in the worst case. The central district was further subdivided into the business and administrative districts, in the centre, located an amphitheatre— or rather, the central stadium for the . The central stadium is a gigantic cube-shaped building. It boasted a maximum seating capacity of five hundred thousand people, specifically equal seats suitable for all races worldwide. When the tournament is held, all contestants will gather here. Within the giant building are five more large amphitheatres, twelve mid-sized ones, and th

When the doors opened, I could hear screaming. The elevator let us out into what looked like a basement level, but bigger. Much bigger. The walls were concrete, stained with things I didn't want to identify. The air was thick with the scent of blood and terror. "Welcome to the arena," Marcus said, gesturing toward a set of metal doors. Beyond those doors was a circular room with concrete floors and walls that went up at least twenty feet. There were bleachers filled with people I didn't recognize, all watching a pit in the center where two wolves were fighting.

Rudy did not know about the rules of the tower and thus blurted, "Queue? What queue? Do you need to register for the battles?" Fane laughed as he patiently explained after patting Rudy on the shoulder, "There are seven arenas on the first level of the Thousand Leaves Tower. You saw it just now. Intense battles are going on in each arena." Rudy nodded. They had walked a full circle around the tower just now and had seen everything. He did count seven arenas earlier, and each arena was surrounded by uncountable numbers of people. The design of the arena was incredibly unique as well. It looked like a coliseum. There were spectator stands around the arenas filled with people cheering excitedly.

Simple and practical. When we arrive at the arena, I'm impressed despite myself. The venue is massive. Much larger than the spaces they've used for previous competitions. The walls are high, painted a crisp white, with one entire side dedicated to the game wall. A huge circle has been painted in the center, bright red against the white background. There are tiered seats for spectators on three sides, already half-filled with people who've chosen to watch rather than compete. The atmosphere is buzzing with excitement and nervous energy.

The walk from the villa to the palace wasn't long, and before long, we were already standing before those massive and intimidating castle outer gates. " We don't have any business in the inner ring..The battle arena is close to the outer gates. " As we walked in through the gates, Jake explained, and I gave him a distracted nod as I tried to take in my surroundings. From the gates all the way to the walkways, everything screamed of wealth, class, and royalty, and even the competition arena was nothing like the ordinary pack battlefields. It was designed to accommodate millions of people, with a massive ring in the middle, a thick layer of carpet grass covering the ground, and chairs arranged

The arena beneath the Grand Meridian had been built for exactly this. Circular, sunken into the sub level, ringed by tiered stone seating that rose in concentric half circles. The floor was packed earth. Not concrete, not tile. Earth. As if whoever designed this place had understood that wolves settled their disputes on ground they could dig their claws into. A hundred wolves filled the seats. Fifteen Alphas in the front row. The air hummed with anticipation, the primal frequency of a crowd that had come to watch two predators decide the future.

My anchor chair. “The architecture is curved to accommodate additional analyst positions at a later cycle,” Kael noted, his boots tracking to the primary camera lens to evaluate the sightline. “The roundtable format will mirror the baseline structure of Nightfall Broadcast, but my mind concluded the initial reveal would achieve maximum trauma with your form isolated at the center.” “Yeah,” I whispered, a sudden, sharp smile breaking across my face before I forced it down, drawing a massive breath into my lungs before dropping into the solo leather throne. “Wow.”

"Man, you're much further ahead in your career than me. I'm still stuck in the same old drudgery of checking mechs for faults." "It's been a few months. Hang in there. With your skillset, you should expect a promotion soon enough." Ves and Carlos had reached the entrance of the smallest an shabbiest looking arena. As cleaning bots were cheap nowadays, Ves figured the organizers intentionally kept its walls weathered. The scanners at the gates allowed them entry once Carlos showed his tickets. They climbed the stairs and entered the interior of a wide arena that could host up to a hundred thousand people if a major event was going on.

The arena was so big, it had large seats that could hold upwards to twenty thousand people at once, and it could hold up to thirty thousand or even more. It was a dome-like structure made of marble that was painted a dark gray color. There were several entrances and it was beautiful. It had several tiers and there was an open space near the middle which was used for free entertainment during fights and other activities. The crowd quieted when she walked in with the guard. She realized this pack had lots of challenges and that's why they had a place for fighting. She could hear sneers and boos. Ashina realised how loyal they were to their Alpha, she hoped it didn't unnerve her.