The tunnel to the arena floor was long, sloping upward, lined with enchanted torches that burned with cold flame. Our footsteps echoed. Ahead, I could see the arena entrance in blinding sunlight and the crowd's roar so loud it was physical.
"Here we go," Seraphina murmured.
We emerged into chaos.
Eighty thousand people screaming with banners waving and magical fireworks exploding overhead in team colors. The noise crashed over us like a wave.
The arena floor was massive, a circular two hundred meters across and the surface was currently neutral stone, but enchantments glowed beneath it, ready to transform into whatever environment the match required.
Across from us, the opposite tunnel opened.
Adrian's team emerged.
