The transition was instantaneous and very loud.
Sebastian was pulled from the cold bunker and dropped right onto the sun-baked sand of the Grand Arena.
"WELCOME, PRODIGIES AND PEASANTS ALIKE!"
A magically amplified voice boomed with the force of an earthquake. The sound physically rattled Sebastian's teeth. He winced and regretted not getting an audio dampening skill book.
He opened his eyes. The scale of the Imperial Magic Academy's tournament was absolutely breathtaking.
They weren't in a normal coliseum. The system had generated a massive artificial pocket dimension. The arena floor was the size of a small city with ruined marble temples and deep trenches filled with magical acid.
Surrounding this warzone was a transparent dome of magic. Beyond that dome sat the audience.
