Finally after winding through the broad avenues of the Royal Sea for what felt like an eternity, Neptunia finally slowed her pace.
Razeal noticed it immediately.
The flow of people thickened, voices rising into a constant roar that rolled through the water like distant thunder. Even before he saw it, he could feel it an overwhelming presence pressing against his senses, vast and heavy, as if the sea itself was leaning forward to watch.
Then the path opened as they walked ahead some more.
Before finally there stood a colossal structure front of them that dwarfed everything around it.
A giant colosseum, carved from deep blue stone that shimmered faintly under the light filtering through the sea. The walls rose impossibly high, layered with ancient and smooth curved architecture that blended artistry with brute scale. Even from miles away, the arena dominated the skyline of the Royal Sea, an unmistakable monument to power, tradition, and spectacle.
