Bab 264: The Power of History

When Jin Wuya stepped out onto the floor of the arena, she was momentarily overwhelmed by the intense assault on her senses. Above her, all around the circular arena, hundreds of spectators roared and cheered for the spectacle that was about to take place. The sound of enthusiastic voices, stomping feet, and the cacophony of shouted wagers was loud enough to be disorienting. 

The arena itself smelled of dusty dry earth and sharp metallic blood. The masters of The Pit invested almost no effort in cleaning the arena between matches. A few mortal workers dashed out with bags of fresh sand and rakes to quickly smooth over the signs of the last fight but the fresh sand did nothing to mask the sharp acrid scent of blood-stained sand from previous matches. In fact, in some areas of the arena, the sand had been so repeatedly stained that it had taken on a dark crimson hue.