Fifteen minutes later, they reached an unassuming shopping district. Empty but spotless. Mavis stopped at the entrance of a narrow, antique-looking white building.
"There's an underground ring here," he said. "You can even feel the floor vibrate during matches."
Sylene's gaze dropped to the ground beneath his feet. Mavis grinned. "Yup. You're standing on it."
"To curb violence and extreme bloodsport, the human government banned all fighting rings years ago. But, well... you know how nobles are."
He crossed his arms, eyes narrowing slightly. "And Zirron has ties to this one. That's how I met some of the fighters he sponsors. Meatheads, only brawl no brain."
A pause.
"Were any of the guys they found... at that alley...from Zirron's camp?"
"Well, if we're talking about those four guys—yeah, one of them. Zirron sponsored him. Now he's down a fighter, and with the championship so close, I don't care how he plans to replace him."
"Is it like...all nobles in there?" Sylene asked.
