Entering the premises, Spheris was instantly struck by an energetic grandeur. The place was an arena, like a great colosseum. It was made entirely of the stones of the mountain, and it looked overhead, arching to the very peak of the mountain.
The arena was the center of the mountain it seemed, and it was also the most spacious.
The atmosphere was incredible. There was a crowd of Gallied people, all on their feet, erupting into cheers and jeers, their voices rising and falling in unison. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, adrenaline, and excitement, mingling with the faint aroma of fire burning in distant corners.