The Arena's Lounge.

Isaac walked down the hallway, admiring the exquisite craftsmanship that went into building these walls and ceilings. A chandelier hung from above, its chains coiled around the ceiling's crevices.

The voices grew louder as he stepped closer to the end of the hallway. He could already see a spacious lounge, filled with couches, TV screens, and a bar. The bar had its own bartender, a gentleman wearing a black tuxedo, a white shirt underneath, and a black tie.

Around the tables, several familiar faces and a few unknown sat around the tables. Some drank the whiskey they received from the bar, while some smoked cigarettes, and the rest watched TV or talked with others.

The TV showed images of a spacious Arena. There were seats enough for hundreds of thousands of humans and an arena larger than some small-sized City!

Walking out of the hallway, Isaac's footsteps echoed across the walls. Everyone turned to look at the newcomer, some faces showing surprise.