Protestors Good Bye.
Beneath the arena, Inhumans were hard at work as they used their tools, to fix the massive machine, located right underneath the cobblestone arena. It was the machine that allowed them to transport certain places, from different realms, here.
However, it was currently broken. The machine, had a lengthy crack, which also revealed the machinations inside.
Then, the door to the secret room opened, revealing Heimdall in his usual god setup, ''What is the problem?''
''S-Sir, the machine, Hades' attacks greatly harmed the machine.'' The main engineer, named Kul'on, said while gazing at the vast rock formation. It was the cobblestone arena, and currently, it was filled with cracks with lava swimming around the crevices.
''Can it be fixed?'' Heimdall asked.
''For tomorrow? Never.'' Kul'on said, shaking his head.
''Damn it.'' Heimdall scratched his dreadlocks, and said, ''Fix it as soon as possible. We will skip tomorrow's fights.''
''Yes sir, we will do our best!''