| A Colosseum's Depiction

Going under the overarching red cloth from the top. Where I got surprised by the two unknown beings I've never seen or met in my entire life. I believe the first one is a male wolfkin, and for sure the other one is a female elf.

The wolf has garish-golden fur as his body is masculine, reaching about 179 centimeters.

He firstly wears a golden laurel crown, and white toga around his entire body with a dark green fabric going over his right shoulder; the left side of the fabric is neatly decorated with golden patterns of vines and leaves.

Secondly wearing three sizely different silver chokers around his neck, that bears an emblem of a black crescent moon.

Lastly, his arms, tail, and heels have uniquely silver spiral vine-like shape accessories; having golden abstract shape(s) attachments on the sides.

The elf has golden-platinum hair tied in a bun from differently shaped golden flowers. Having a tall-skinny feminine body, reaching about 138 centimeters.

She firstly wears a white stola around her entire body; a part of the stola has a slightly transparent green fabric from the waist and shoulders, that's a pattern with contrasting-color flowers, vines, leaves, and petals.

Lastly wearing a pair of brown leather sandalias, with minor detail of flowers attached to the sides.

The pair looked at each other, before looking right back at me.

The wolf is whispering to the elf, while her ruby gaze continues staring into my soul. As my internal thoughts begin to crazily spin out of control.

Who are they? Why didn't Vialto tell me anything! Then, I let out an exasperated sigh to myself.

It's useless now—I may as well simply sit down on the hard pure golden chair and watch the very~ expressive colosseum…

I nervously sit down on the chair on the right side from the wolf's seat, while the pair is having their conversion. I couldn't understand the language they were speaking, so they might be talking about me…

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I know this stadium's appearance is simply a deception. Hiding many unknown machinery, magical tools, and so much more I can't name. Because the unknown advanced technology surprises my outlook of this world.

That I can't even fathom making them without days, weeks, months, or even years of studying the functionalities and resources it originates from.

I know anyone from the middle to higher echelons will be taking advantage of these new findings - trying to get the entire foundational gains out of them.

Which caused our world to go into chaos solely because of a revolutionary finding in magic a long time ago…

I was lost in thought while someone entered the room. It's a human, but their aura feels off… I would say they are taking the shape of a human for what reason?

"Don't you think that 'human adolescent' looks scary?" I whispered to Aldruneia, who's now emitting a more distorted radiant air instead of a glamorous royal presence.

Aldruneia looks right back at me while crossing her arms—slightly irritated from my word usage.

"Zyphrnji, you're saying the obvious in infront of my eyes," waving her hand to gesture at me to hurry up, "quickly go greet it already."

"Ah yes… Do you want to switch tasks?"

The audacious question slightly caught her off guard before half-heartedly saying. "Oh how sorry I am Zyphrnji, yet you promised them to do it in the first place."

"Fine," I spoke while scratching the back of my ears a bit as I got off the chair.

So during when I was a bit shocked earlier, I forgot about my recited lines.

Realizing. Where did I place my paper script? Looking back to Aldruneia. "So Aldruneia, do you know where the script is?"

Aldruneia puts her finger on her lip as she lets out a small chuckle. "Not even responsible for your own task at hand. It must've called out to nature from your terrible performance."

I regret ever asking for her help… As I begin letting out a few heavy breaths while I take a few steps towards the entity. Causing my heart's instinct to erratically beat.

I curled my paw into a fist—placing it to my chest to gesture a greeting. While trying to imitate what they rehearsed from the lines out loud.

"I nhoteol grët eū, ānmpōūlaanh," I spoke in the best way I could in the same manner. Before hearing faint clapping right behind my tail.

Then, the existence in front of me didn't say anything. They only glance at me with an uncomforting gaze, only saying a few warmly awkward incoherent words I couldn't understand. Causing my thoughts to run wild.

May~ as-well continue sitting in the middle, I sigh to myself.

Why was I even tasked with this awkward greeting by them? I didn't even understand almost everything on paper: I'm merely a metallurgist, not a linguist.

It doesn't matter now, because it's worth it to be given a seat in this special event either way.

Then, I heard a rumbling of hundreds of voices and footsteps coming from the stadium's stairwells.

Where the third to fifth floor seats are being filled with a variety of different kind of ethnic species close and far from these lands: Which are Faelifves, Lycaniries, Hgyinills, Inrphylects, Drokulds, and Aaviacrlins; the majority being automations, while the minority being other species.

Leaving me in awe from the animated crowd chatting amongst themselves.

Then, the awning from the top of the colosseum begins to roll down to cover the entire audience rows in shade. Leaving the center out bright for us to see.

As the cool humid vapor begins to rise lively, which causes my nose to itch from the flowery fragrances that flow throughout the air.

Then a small black moth with shiny blue patterning wings began to land on my shoulder; feeling something drain out of me into the unknown moth's magical body.

Which caused me to realize the rift opening moderately fast in the left senators row.

Spilling out hundreds of glowing blue, black moths into the stadium.

As the moths continue to gracefully dance in the air while forming singular abstract shapes, like a ceremonial dance for their emperor who is exiting the rift. Similar to how we enter this stadium.

The being that exited the rift is two creatures. The first creature I saw is a fuzzy oversize black moth bearing four pulsating blue glowing eyes of two different sizes.

The second creature I could describe is a short draconic, shfion, hybrid or what. I've never seen a creature like it—it's the first.

His height is comparable to a child, while his tail takes around a third of his actual height.

His furs' colors are black with an intercosmic color, which are always flowing in the wind, even when you take the wind factor away.

His eyes' colors are blue sapphires with different purple and blue color outline-highlighted around his eyes. While his pupils are purplish-white stars that emit an astral feeling.

His neck and tail have four blue glowing gills and filaments, which are leaking out small dust particles ever so lightly.

He also has two black fluffy fins located on the left and right side of his head; with two extra fins parallel from each other facing the back and front of his head. Bearing six sharp serrated fluffy fins on his tail.

I try to ignore the newcomers silently, as I continue to hype my feelings up.

Now it's time for the real show to begin. Causing my beating heart to jump into a bed of flowers.

Still hearing the crowd silently talking amongst themselves. While Aldruneia still puts up her usual poker face, as the entity from my left was sparkling a childish air, which piqued more of my curiosity.

As the gates begin to open. Automations wearing southeastern robe outfits kind of similar to my outfit begin walking out carrying weird tools.

Playing a fine melodic tune I'd compare to Faelifven and Phiurinic Instruments in a not so similar appearance.

After those automations walk out, a creature comes into the arena riding a mechanical green and gold chariot.

It traverses around the arena's outskirts, while his voice emission throughout his flying robots above the arena.

"Welcome audience from across multiple nations far and wide across this world. Not gonna name any nation because it'll take too much time.

As everyone will now hear, the first phase will be our current introduction right here right now.

Our second phase we are planning are monster battles for our volunteers and only conscript to participate in, which lunch will come after.

Our third phase we are planning are mock battles for our volunteers to participate in.

Our fourth phase is our planned secret surprise, so enjoy yourselves while we watch this event together." Letting his voice transmitted throughout the entire stadium, while his chariot exited into a gate.

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Staying inside this colosseum made me so dazed, so I don't know if I could stay here longer.

Guess I'll simply continue waiting in this chair for something interesting to actually happen.

Before hearing sliding resounding from behind us, which caused me to flick my head to the noise in sync with the wolf.

Where I saw Vialto in his roman style clothes coming out from a random hidden door - giving me such an uneasy feeling.

After dusting off his clothes, Vialto begins speaking to me. "Are you ready?" He lowered in front of me in a pose with his arms behind his back, happily giving me a continuous false sense of unease.

"Yea, sure I'm so~ ready…" I replied back with no to little energy in it. As Vialto takes my hand gently, before entering the hidden door together as the pair watch us disappear into darkness.

It has been a few seconds I believe before we've been walking through this dungeon-like interior.

Then, a portal opens in front of us showing the cosmic dragon-like shark running towards the wall at top speed.

Which Vialto caught his small fluffy body into his arms - somehow causing Vialto to not falter, only causing his position to drag about 3-centimeters back towards the wall.

"What brings you here, Lykhua?" Vialto modestly spoke, while his expression lit up in luculent expressions of either sadness and/or happiness.

"Get your filthy paws off me you Ariňmēyl'dariö!" Lykhua snappishly whined, while trying to push Vialto away in his embrace weakly. "I mean, this 'slave' of yours might have to take another hibernation period for another few unfun centuries. Or who knows, I might go out exploring and do some taste testing."

Vialto was a second in thought while letting Lykhua go, before speaking calmly. "Right, you transformed and devoured everything from one of the northwest's continents to extinction. Talk about great world balancing." Vialto shrugs without a care - because it's for politicians to be the ones talking about it.

At least I can understand what Lykhua was saying, and the two talked like brothers. Leaving me in the complete dark to ponder. "Vinzųä, what's that thing next to you?"

Yeowch~ my heart, 'that thing?' You could've said that in another language - so I wouldn't have felt that sharp object.

"He's my little brother," Vialto confidently said without further elaboration, while looking ever so proud.

"Ah, so a new robot 'slave' and 'toy' for you to leverage and manipulate, right? Only if I have such articulative eloquence to get such entities into a toy box like you," Lykhua remarked in his childish fun—sarcastically poking fun at Vialto.

"Whatever you say. I'll respond afresh to humor you again."

Then Vialto stopped before gesturing to Lykhua, "hurry up and transport Kyhirieol for me–"

Then I begin seeing a lot of warm colors pass through me, while hearing Vialto's voice fading away with the surrounding air without a warning.

–I was already in front of the arena's gate, hearing a faint static noise in my head vibrating unknown white.

Still continuing feeling a terrible heartache, I entered through the gate alone. Where I see all the dark gazes look down upon me from the seats up high.

I didn't sign up for this, but yet it's for the event, and I couldn't back away from the start either way, while I hopelessly continue walking.

I heard a familiar voice cross my senses. "The transmission isn't too loud right? Okay, I took as many precautionary measures so you wouldn't get injured, but I know you wouldn't get hurt by a wasted pet actor either way. So continue on with the performance for our delightful eyes to write." That statement reassured me in the most irritating split way possible.

I glance back to gaze at the podium. Feeling as if the black paint is darkening more and more—with the audiences slightly distorting into clockwork automations, before reverting back...

Then, a trapdoor contraption opens up revealing a tall black and red arachnid across from me, while the arena's plain field warps, twists, and alternates into a new purplish-red jungle-like landscape. Causing a dome-barrier to appear and cover the arena.

The arachnid-like creature begins traversing throughout the landscape—hiding in the canopies while stalking me from up high, but it was hesitant to get close at all.

Which causes my unexpected emotions, or is it also desire as well to skyrocket into an endless swirl.

As so many feelings started shattering, something inside my he-ar-rt boiled with an unknown need to sustain new pleasures. Causing another flash to blank my right view…

I'm alone in a bright white space that's reverberating a soft-nostalgic piano melody. Where I see a bluish tree with pinkish-green leaves, and a distorted entity alone.

I begin walking towards them, who's reading a book while programming and painting at the sametime.

"Who are you?" I uncontrollably asked—sitting under the huge tree next to them without a sense of reality… They didn't respond nor pause, only continuing what they were doing at the moment.

Then, the space begins to crack and distort into two sides while they also begin to split into two new entities.

Feeling something heartwrenching inside, before fast forwarding the clock—letting flowers bloom into new life under the tree, while I watch the fight from my left eye's perspective…

The black ooze retorts and polyconfigure—draining the life-essences from the surrounding landscapes' nutrients into itself.

Emerging a gluttonous desiring sadness while emitting a deathly miasma of guilt and destruction.

The creature never wanted part of this, frantically trying to find an escape out of this moment of reality.

As the black mass continuously grows from each energetic matter found, before alternating its shape into a black snake bearing golden ancient-runic scales.

Beginning to prepare to instinctively slip into and out of trees throughout the mycorrhizal network—causing the ground's nutrients to decay into a ooze while the plants wither into a darkening tone.

Then the tail of the snake elongates—transforming into multiple black roots which contagiously spread like a virus—covering everywhere and around the arena's outskirts.

As the surrounding jungle collapses, the roots begin advancing towards the creature—sprouting orange eyes while the vines and roots swiftly bind the distressed creature.

Then the eyes begin reflecting its gaze of the creature's soul and physiognomy—trying to find something deep and desiring, before quickly draining the creature… But, there was something off about it…

The crowds' reactions were mixed between agitation, excitement, and worry; which is the majority from what I see.

Vialto and maybe Cronixel are still enjoying the show, with Vialto brightly clapping childishly from the performance, while wagging his tail in exaggerated happiness: what a weirdo.

Back to my mind, where the two distorted entities were trying to reconform themselves into each other. Calming down more and more, while I tried to think of an exit out of this reality.

Then, the tree begins to grow more and more inside of me, creating a variety of plants, creatures, metals, nonmetals, and the latter

Feeling as if my heart is filled with dopamine and pleasure - giving me an addictive feeling of life and redesign.

As the black mass begins to change color to a liquid color vitality—showering out liquid and gas while it shrinks.

Growing new life and material throughout the law of conservation, which left less quantity of vegetation and construction. Leaving me in the snake form, while I begin dissociating out of my mind.

"How interesting! I wonder what will happen next if it finishes the next to-be cycle again!" Vialto excitedly exclaimed—embracing Cronixel in endless hyperactiveness. "I'll make sure to collect more data, and take extra precautionary measures for how it'll probably get worse in the future."

The crowd are astonished by the effects that happened. It was a one-sided battle, but the phenomena was beautiful, with all the bright colors of the rainbow that bloomed; leaving unknown creations behind. Which peaked multiple audience members in interest and curiosity.

I will definitely talk to Vialto about letting some parts of the world know about my existence. I swear, this will be an actual issue if he doesn't explain what he's planning...

I would definitely say this if I was from a screen perspective and not in person. Although, I believe I can tell him that, even if he seems to be able to "read beings' minds."

Ah right, I'm still a snake, but I don't know how to change forms…

It's completely me with zero control over this unpredictable body. I'll—I'll just forget it…

I began trying to get used to slithering around, but I was still barely budging everytime I took a few curves. Then, I see Vialto come into my clear field perception in front of the gate…

"Vialto… I want to go home right now…" I spoke. Feeling a resentful hatred stirring inside…