The world outside was bright and sunny, but the passage leading to the Life Fighting Arena was shrouded in darkness.
TAP! TAP! TAP!
His footsteps echoed as Andy walked slowly toward the depths of the passage. The darkness within could not obstruct his vision.
He could clearly see the walls of the passage were covered with scratch marks, Fist Seals, and even bloodstains that could no longer be washed away.
These were all traces left by past Fate Fighters. Within this passage, he could sense countless auras.
Hesitation, indecision, regret, bravery, determination, confidence, fear...
Countless powerful individuals, with their willpower, had given this cold stone path a significance that transcended its physical nature.
"How... interesting..."
As Andy walked slowly through the passage, the smile on his lips grew more and more savage.
It was as if some sort of Demon, or perhaps a Divine Spirit, had been unleashed.
