Zora’s POV
The “show” was a fighting ring.
As I stepped into the dimly lit room, the air thick with anticipation, my eyes locked onto the center of the space, the details of the fighting ring became more vivid. The steel-linked fencing, though formidable, also revealed signs of wear and tear, bearing witness to the countless struggles that had unfolded within its confines. Each mark on the padded canvas floor looked like they had to be repainted over and over again to hide the gory details of what had occurred here.
The harsh overhead lights created shadows that danced across the space, casting an almost surreal glow on the fighters who would soon enter the arena. It was a blend of brutality and gore, where the physical clashes would unfold like a choreographed performance against the g
