Sakaar Arena.
On this brightly lit night, the arena, several football fields in size, was packed with spectators, and fervent cheers rang out everywhere.
Aaron sat in the topmost private box with Wanda and Daisy, watching the warm-up matches below with great interest.
Duels between warriors of different races, duels between warriors and fierce beasts with high capture ratings, and duels between fierce beasts—one round after another.
The bloody, brutal life-and-death battles, every blow landing solidly, sent the atmosphere soaring higher and higher.
Even after the warm-up matches ended and the staff came out to clean the arena, the audience remained deafeningly loud. The final match, the championship battle everyone had been waiting for, was next.
"How is it? Never seen anything like this, right?"
"No, I haven't." Daisy shook her head and somewhat stiffly accepted a glass of wine from a waiter. "I'm just an utterly ordinary Midgardian. I've never even watched a major ball game."
"This is much more exciting than a ball game." Wanda said, pretending to be composed. "Ordinary people would probably be traumatized.
"Thankfully, we've seen our share of storms. We can handle it."
"There must be tens of thousands of people here, right?"
"More than a hundred thousand.
"Sakaar's biggest form of entertainment is still very appealing."
"I can tell. But did we really need to wear clothes like this?" Daisy pointed at the crimson formal gown she wore, its skirt as dazzling as blooming flames. "It's my first time wearing something like this. I'm not used to it."
"I'm not used to it either." Wanda wore a silver-blue dress that shimmered faintly, moonlight seeming to flow around her as she moved. "Though it really is beautiful, at an occasion like this... how should I put it? It feels a little out of place."