TO THE ARENA

Xaden looked at the dark throne seat.

He was now quite certain that it was from the figure on the throne seat.

"Who are you?" Xaden asked. "And how do you know my name?"

The figure adjusted in his seat and the with a wave of a shadow across the room, the curtains that had dust and were filled with cobwebs closed the opened windows shut. And then he heard a snap of a finger.

Candles instantly lit up in the entire room and illuminated it.

Then he started hearing some footsteps and then he began to see people appearing one after the other.

They were men and women with long white hair.

Cobwebs on their body and as terrifying they looked, they were alluring. It was like they were calling you to join them.

Xaden now saw the figure for who it truly was.

It was a man probably in his forties. Just like the rest of the people. He had long grey hair and his skin was pale.