Tyler and the others sat in the spectator seats of the Game Arena, perched high on the third floor of the massive circus tent. Unlike the chaotic first floor or the illusion-filled second, this level was stark, structured—yet equally unsettling. The entire floor had been converted into an arena, with magical spotlights shifting colors over a massive central stage encased in retractable steel panels.
Rows of seats formed a circular balcony around the central stage, where masked immortal practitioners and a few rugged-looking pirates filtered in, their cloaks fluttering and weapons hidden—or barely hidden—beneath layers of enchanted fabrics. Though there weren't many spectators yet, it was clear this place usually hosted packed crowds. The event had been announced hastily, just to amuse the Clown's new guests.
That alone was a chilling thought.
