The Last Fights

While Daemon continued fighting against the scholars of the Elites, the crowd is placed in a state of complete entertainment. They continued their loud and boisterous cheers, as well as every other noise that can go with this. But this is just the general audience. There is a group, a small one composed of just a couple of individuals, who are watching all of this from the top of the arena. From the viewing deck fortified so greatly that it won’t shatter, even from an explosion. The same viewing deck where Alexander is watching.

“How are you enjoying the fights so far?” Desmond asked as he entered casually into the room.

There is actually a lock over this place. The only reason why Desmond is able to enter the way he did is, well, because he’s the one who owns the Arena. As such he has full access to all of the rooms. Including the one where George held a meeting.

“These are all interesting matchups.” Alexander replied, swirling red wine on the glass held by his left hand. “You’ve re
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