The moment Jacob stepped into the arena, he was instantly surrounded by the vivid sounds of chattering, whistling, clapping, and distinct murmurs. The crowd was somewhat distant in a way that allowed Jacob to only see glimpses of moving shadows. This was unlike the Wutherhorn gladiator arena, where there was an announcer and a timer.
Here, the only rule was that there were no weapons. Other than that, the contestants could fight to the death.
Jacob stepped through the door floating in space, Uga not far behind him. The door instantly dematerialized as soon as they passed the threshold. The crowd was not as loud as he expected, but it was not quiet either.
That was why he could still hear Uga when it spoke.
"I'm afraid I'll have to leave you now, Jacob Ironfell. As your guardian, I wish you all the… how do your people say it… good luck."
