Without wasting any time, Sunny stepped through the shadow and found himself in a spacious corridor under the arena of the Hippodrome. Jet must have been correct in her assumption that mythical beasts had participated in the chariot races held in the Eternal City — the corridor was wide, with high ceilings, and the gates leading to various halls were quite large as well.
Sunny could easily imagine a lumbering creature, like the abominable silver tiger he had fought recently, walking on this path on its way to the arena.
For a moment, his spirit of exploration flared up, making him space out while imagining the exciting games that had happened in the Hippodrome… but Sunny was too preoccupied by something else to let himself go on a mental tangent, not to mention the fact that he was simultaneously controlling countless shades engaged in a fierce battle.
Walking over to a particular gate, he pushed it open.
