Mirabelle hadn't expected to actually fall asleep.
But the moment her head touched the cloud-soft pillow, every light inside her went out.
She dreamed.
Though what exactly she dreamed of… the Beast Goddess refuses to reveal to us just yet.
Only five hundred meters away, inside an arena illuminated solely by torchlight, two Beast males stood facing each other.
The structure resembled an ancient colosseum carved directly into the earth itself.
This Arena laid far beneath the roots of the Ancient Tree, hidden deep beneath Rotwald's palace. It was older than most nobles remembered.
Massive circular walls of pale stone descended in layered rings around a central fighting ground, each level lined with towering columns whose surfaces had long since been worn smooth by time.
