Behind Strax's mansion, snow fell silently over the personal training area.
The space had been renovated along with the rest of the property, but in a very different way from the main courtyard. There were no decorative statues, frozen fountains, or carefully trimmed gardens there. The arena was wide, surrounded by low walls of dark stone and runic pillars placed at regular intervals around the field. The floor, made of reinforced plates, had glowing lines running beneath the surface, forming a magical heating system that melted the snow the instant it touched the stone.
Because of that, while the rest of the gardens remained covered by a white layer of winter, that arena was clean.
Dry.
Warm.
Almost strange within the cold landscape.
