The Waiting Room

Erik was treated to an aerial view of the bustling metropolis as the flying car soared over the sprawling cityscape. High-rises of gleaming metal and glass pierced the sky, haphazardly arranged to speak of unplanned, rapid growth.

A network of winding streets spread like a spiderweb between these architectural behemoths, teeming with people of all shapes and sizes.

The city was alive and pulsing with energy, a symphony of sights and sounds that was both thrilling and overwhelming.

Despite this flurry of activity, a massive structure dominated the skyline, attracting Erik's attention like a magnet. It was the Arena, with its towering facade dwarfing the surrounding structures.