7.

Sett stood at the entrance of the arena, his heart pounding. He had promised his mother that he would never set foot in a stadium, but the temptation was too great. He had to know what all the fuss was about. The roar of the crowd inside the arena only fueled his curiosity. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to steel himself for what was to come.

"I shouldn't be doing this," he muttered to himself. "But...what harm could it do to just take a peek?"

Sett finally opened his eyes and took a step forward, his heart racing. As he walked closer to the arena, he could feel the energy of the crowd building. The sound of clashing swords and the crowd's cheers grew louder with every step he took, and he couldn't help glancing up at the grand structure in front of him. It was more splendid than he had imagined, and he was immediately overwhelmed.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," he thought.

Sett found himself drawn towards the entrance, curiosity getting the best of him.

As Sett made his way toward the arena, he couldn't help but feel awestruck at the grandiosity of the structure. The towering walls were adorned with intricate carvings and designs, and the entrance was flanked by imposing stone statues. Sett had never seen anything quite like it. The bustling crowd of people around him added to the excitement of the moment, but Sett couldn't shake off the sense of guilt that crept up on him.

As Sett approached the arena, he was awestruck by its grandeur. The stadium was massive, with towering walls that seemed to reach the sky. The walls were adorned with intricate designs and carvings, giving the arena an air of sophistication and power.

The entrance to the arena was a massive gate made of thick, polished wood that looked like it could withstand anything. The gate was flanked by two imposing statues, one on either side, that seemed to guard the entrance. Each sculpture was at least three times Sett's height and looked carved out of solid stone.

As Sett made his way inside, he couldn't help but marvel at the sheer size of the arena. It seemed to go on forever, with rows upon rows of seats stretched up into the sky. Sett could barely see the top, and he wondered how many people could fit in this massive space.

The arena floor was made of polished stone, gleaming in the light that filtered down from the sky. In the center of the stadium, there was a large circular fighting ring with a towering pedestal at the center. The pedestal was covered in gold and seemed to shine like the sun.

Sett felt a sense of awe wash over him as he gazed at the arena. He knew that he had never seen anything like it before.

Sett's expression was one of wonder and amazement. The sight of the arena filled him with a sense of awe and admiration, but he couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy toward the gladiators who fought within its walls. The glittering armor, the roaring crowds, and the thrill of battle were all so alluring.

Sett had finally found a spot to sit in the crowded arena, looking down at the pit below. The noise from the crowd was deafening, with the roars of men and women and the sound of weapons clashing together, filling his ears. The manager was standing in the center of the pit, shouting out the fighters' names with excitement, his voice echoing throughout the entire arena.

The crowd was getting increasingly frenzied by the minute, with people shouting and cheering, banging their fists against the wooden stands, and stamping their feet. Sett couldn't help but be swept up in the excitement, feeling his heart beating faster with each passing moment.

As the fighters made their way into the pit, the crowd erupted into a wild roar, their excitement building to a fever pitch. Sett could see the two fighters below him, each with unique weapons and fighting styles.

The first fighter was a tall man with a muscular build and a bald head. He carried a large, double-headed axe, which he swung back and forth ferociously. Sett could see the rage in the man's eyes and how his muscles tensed and flexed with each movement.

The second fighter was a woman dressed in a tight-fitting leather outfit that hugged her curves. She carried a pair of short swords twirled around her fingers with graceful ease. Sett could see the confidence in her eyes and how she moved with a fluid grace that belied her deadly skills.

The manager continued to hype the crowd, shouting out the fighters' names and describing their skills and abilities. The public was on the edge of their seats, waiting for the fight to start. Sett could feel the excitement building inside him, the rush of adrenaline making his heart beat faster.

Sett leaned over to one of the staff members working in the betting booth and asked, "Hey, why are the odds so much in favor of the axe man?"

The staff member glanced up at Sett quizzically, "What do you mean?"

"Well, everyone seems to be cheering for the axe man, and the bets are in his favor. But I don't know anything about him," Sett explained.

The staff member chuckled, "That's because he's a local favorite. He's been fighting in the arenas around the island for years, and the crowd loves him. He's got a mean swing with that axe of his."

Sett nodded, understanding the situation better, and watched intently as the two warriors prepared to fight. He couldn't help but notice the female warrior seemed more focused and prepared. In contrast, the male warrior seemed slightly unsure, shown by his angry expression that tried to hide his nervousness. Sett's instincts told him that she was the stronger of the two, despite the odds being in favor of the male warrior. He couldn't quite explain why he felt that way, but he decided to trust his gut and bet on her to win.

Sett took a deep breath and decided to bet on the female warrior. He had a gut feeling that she was a more complete fighter than the axe man, and the odds were in his favor. He rummaged through his pockets and found only 500 berries. After paying small fee for entrence, it was all his money. It wasn't much, but it was all he had.

The crowd erupted in cheers and jeers as the fighters took their positions. Sett's heart raced as the fight began.

Finally, the two fighters charged at each other, their weapons clashing together in a shower of sparks. The crowd went wild, their screams and cheers echoing throughout the arena. Sett watched in awe as the two fighters battled it out, their bodies slamming together with bone-jarring force, their weapons whistling through the air.

Sett knew he was watching something extraordinary, a display of strength and skill he had never seen before. And as the fight raged on, he couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and wonder at the sheer power and ferocity of the fighters below him.