The Grand Arcane Arena thrummed with the crackle of mana and the metallic clang of target resets, a cacophony of magical exertion and rival chants echoing through its stone tiers.
But far from the roaring spectacle, in a forgotten corner near the arena's edge, a quieter scheme unfolded.
Tucked behind overgrown hedges, heavy with the scent of dust and rusted metal, stood a disused storage shed, its warped planks barely holding together under the weight of neglect.
A single mana lantern flickered above the door, casting a faint blue glow across weathered wood, its light dancing like a restless spirit.
Inside, the shed reeked of sealed timber, corroded equipment, and secrets no one bothered to uncover.
The door creaked open, groaning on its hinges.
Eva led the way, her dark blue hair glinting in the lantern's glow, her tight skirt taut over her hips, swaying with each determined step.
She didn't hesitate, her green eyes sharp with purpose.
