Chapter 202: Sweet units

As Zafron trudged away from the Fight Pit, the crystal gauntlet heavy in his hands, a thought struck him like a bolt of lightning.

"Hey Calista," he muttered under his breath, "how come you seem to know so much about this place? Back on the platform, the system was as clueless as I was."

[My capabilities are not without limits, my lord,] Calista replied, her tone as flat as ever. [In an open world, there are countless knowledge sources to tap, giving the illusion of omniscience. The world as it existed at the point of my creation was known to all, leaving little hidden.]

Zafron's brow furrowed. "But this place..."

[Indeed. This prison, the magic used in its construction, and all its inner workings are unique. It differs greatly from anything the world outside knows.]