The flying car entered.
Several Kobolds in fitted white suits, responsible for receiving visitors here, waited respectfully.
The news that an outsider, a Wasteland Traveler, had entered Cloudmoon City had spread throughout the City the moment those golden gates opened.
"Greetings, esteemed Wasteland Traveler!"
The white-furred Kobold wore sunglasses.
"We have announced your arrival!"
The black-furred Kobold wore a cloak.
One black, one white, the two watchdogs spoke in unison:
"Your opponent has now been matched! Please enter the arena!"
The gate opened.
Inside the magic-powered car, Ye Qiyan watched the pair with interest.
"They matched me straight away? Interesting."
"After all, boss, you're the first Traveler to enter the Mooncore Arena this month. The people living here are intensely curious about Travelers from the Wasteland. Regardless of whether they ultimately win or lose, aside from a few star competitors, Wasteland Travelers sell the most tickets."
"Tickets?"
Aimee nodded.
"Yes. The people in this Mooncore Arena are all Trial-takers who couldn't complete the Trial and remained here forever. They simply married and had children, eventually developing this city of different species that drew the attention of the great Flower of the Underworld, Lady Eris.
"Whether poor or not, the people here either train hard from birth to grow stronger and clear the Trial, or become ordinary people, work hard to make a living, and buy tickets when the Trial-takers they've pinned their hopes on undertake their Trials."
Aimee got out of the car with Ye Qiyan.
She walked ahead, pausing midway through her explanation. Even her steps suddenly slowed a little.
"The people here long to see someone clear the Trial. They're already destined never to have freedom, birds with broken wings. This is the only thing that can still stir their trapped hearts.
"For the Trial-takers they support, even