Aether looked at the board in front of him, trying to understand how everything worked. On the board were many posters with images and names of gladiators, but more importantly, what was under.
Faction.
And rank.
Really, he had no idea of knowing what either of them meant, so that was why he had asked the receptionist, her shadow, of course, and many Lost around the place. And while he didn't fully grasp the full vision of what this place was. He did get the majority of it.
There were five ranks, well, actually there were six, but the sixth was a little weird, so he was going to explain it later.
The first rank was the so-called Shattered rank, given to those who just joined the arena, or were prisoners sent to fight for their sins inside this cursed place.
Maybe that explained why the place they slept was worse than a prison.
