Round Table Arena 소설 & 이야기

" We break into a light pace as we burst through the door and into the corridors, Macy squealing again. I carry her about halfway before I had to stop and allow her take over the directions. She smiles and leads me down many hallways until we come to a specific archway. People are leaking in and out of it, soaking up the light from outside, and we just follow along mindlessly. The arena is enormous; it's a big, circular building that makes me think of the old Colosseums that are all over the world. Its walls reach high into the sky, and rows of seats descend level by level until they reach the dirt pit that is about two meters below us. Inside the walls surrounding the pit are four archways

Meanwhile, there were two men on either side of him. A middle-aged man on the left, and an old man on the right. The room was huge and luxurious. Furthermore, it was located in the uppermost part of the circular arena. From here, one could see the entire arena from the huge window. This could be described as the best seat in the arena. Even if there were deafening roars and shouts outside, the room remained quiet without a single noise. When the trio watching the battle heard the door opening, they did not turn around.

“Nicholas fought with me as an Alpha and chose to die with his pride. I did not kill him on a whim. Atlas lost his arm because he insulted me when we first met in the woods, so I thought he’d make a good example, as I thought your death and Kai’s would be too.” “You have scary ways of making examples,” Layla said from the bed behind Marcel. The Alpha smiled, staring down at Zeeb. “I guess I do.” When night came, Lobo seemed more sane and cooperative, so Marcel let him follow the group and they headed to the Lander Arena. Bald Hans and his partner were not at the table, having been replaced by two large men who served as security for the entry that led deeper into the circular building. The g

Chapter 19 Sam’s POV I thought the tournaments would be held at the same spot as the training grounds, but boy was I wrong. I get it now; why they choose this location it’s obvious. I’m standing in front of a massive arena; it could easily be said to be a gladiator arena from the Roman empire, except for the fact that this is not old at all; it’s a modern construction. The building is enormous. It could easily contain 10 000 people, and as we ascend the stairs, I can tell by the view that the structure is not round around a green area; instead, it’s lines of constructions facing each other with open access to both east and west.

After exiting the teleportation room, the scenery of the luxurious corridor had changed to a dark corridor. At the end of the path he could see a large wooden door reinforced with metal bands, from under these an artificial light filtered. Zark, led by Keil, walked through the passage to the door. The door opened automatically the moment Keil was close enough. On the other side was a large arena, surrounding it were several layers of auditorium-type seating. This oval amphitheater had a length of one hundred and eighty-eight meters, a width of one hundred and fifty-six meters, and a height of forty-eight meters. This place could easily recall the great Roman Colosseum.

While we travelled to the Training Grounds, he held it open for us and muttered. "We now call it the Arena, and we recently set up chairs so that parents may observe their Half-Bloods train. You can pick your chair, as each one has a name and number on it, or we can take care of everything for you." We drew up to double doors that opened to a gallery and scores of burgundy chairs. I could see through the glass that it was a field with artificial grass that was a vibrant green color. There were about twenty meters of Half-Bloods underneath the screen. Three of their trainers were yelling at them from the walls as they lined up. I regarded the kids with shock. They were merely children, raised

Standing inside it now, surrounded by fighters, servants, guards, and the kind of patrons who could afford quarter-million-dollar seats, she understood for the first time exactly how small Knox had intended her to feel. The arena seated three thousand. Today it held closer to four, with additional viewing platforms extended from the luxury boxes above and holographic screens suspended from the ceiling to ensure no angle went unwatched. The air smelled of expensive cologne and barely contained excitement, the specific combination Sierra had always associated with men who had too much money and not enough consequences.

With Dariel Jackson’s lead, the two came to a place similar to that of a gladiator arena. The place was at least three thousand and two hundred feet wide with a sunken arena in the middle. Yellow flower pear wood couches were placed all over, with massive tables in front filled with all sorts of good food and alcohol. An incredibly alluring hostess was also assigned to each couch. Their long legs were catching everyone’s eyes without fail. It was clear that everyone here belonged to the city’s upper social circle.

I knew I had to be cautious and alert at all times. We stepped out of the carriage and walked towards the entrance of the arena. As we walked, I gazed around in awe at the technological marvel that surrounded me. The arena was unlike anything I had ever seen before, with gleaming metal walls that towered above us, and a sophisticated security system that hummed and beeped in the background. The arena itself was circular in shape, with four distinct sections - one for each division of the clan. Each section was separated by a translucent barrier that shimmered with an otherworldly energy, and within each section, the clan members were busy preparing for the upcoming competition.

“You’re aware that you’re famous right? You are known as a ruthless killer, not easy to please. Anyone will think you’re not easy to approach.” No, I’m not that scary. They’re exaggerating things: people and their rumours. I shook my head, “I don’t look scary right? Why would they think that way?” They shook their head. “No, no. Of course not. You look beautiful. And that’s only a rumour,” Liliane answered quickly. I chuckled softly, "I can't blame them for thinking that way though. Anyway, let’s go?” “Sure.” The three of us get inside the car. After a few hours, we reached the Kingdom’s largest Arena. It is the place where events like tournaments happen. Today, there will be a two-day tourn