You roamed the gravel path of the arena. Snooping around the prisons of Xsaria. A dangerous place to be.

This arena was used daily for entertainment for the Xsarian people and royals, watching prisoners die and fight each other or fight a beast.

As soon as you were about to delve deeper, wanting to stray into the prisoner’s crept, a masculine hand tightened on your shoulder.

"You shouldn’t be here."

The strange man whispered to you. He wasn’t a guard… why was he here?

"You need to leave."