Franky, disgusted by the lack of progress he´s made the past week, with Prometheia´s advice, sought out Hellfire. They haven´t talked a lot with each other as they are fairly different and Hellfire having no interest in teaching them at all, but Franky never expected, to be beaten senselessly. A lone Base deep within the North Pole was the foundation of the secret society of magic. None knows, not even Zs, about its contents, but those that wield magic see it as a safe space, a land of eternal peace. Within this base, Franky searched for an answer as to why he continually remains so useless. The same clothing shop Elena had visited with Alpha, held a secret Alpha was unaware of as they had been disrupted by a Demon who wanted to claim the innocence of others. One stall, one with what seems to have varying kinds of emotions emerging from within, was the one Franky had to go through to access the base from his hometown. Holding a single blue cube, with white, four-pronged stars placed in the middle of each side connecting their ends with each other. Closing the curtain behind him, Franky pulled the cube out of his pocket and opened his hand. It hovered above his palm and spun around as it distorted space. Pulling him in like a black hole, he vanished within the cube to be teleported into what seems to be a large garage. Transformed, he thought about Hellfire's warning. "Don´t ever reveal any Infos about your identity! Some of them can be predatory scumbags!", he was told before he was granted the cube. The fancy lighting and the red carpet designated to welcome people that have come by foot. The passage he was walking down consisted of the red carpet with a golden outline, several stands with white vases, and artificial golden lighting. No windows within his view, no other exits except for the one entrance he used, and no other furniture. Up ahead is a curtain, concealing what may be wonderful or horrific until someone bumped into him. "Walk faster!", he said as he towered over Franky. Franky glaring at him didn´t back down even if there is a high chance that this may be a risk to him. His eyes, crimson red, looked down at him until Franky was pulled by another individual. He was fairly skinny, had red and orange spiky hair, only wore blue shorts, but also was fairly muscular. "Run!", he yelled as he dashed away with Franky. "What? Why-" He was pulled into the world behind the curtain, submerged by a white light. It blended him, but shortly after, he regained his eyesight to burn a magnificent view into his eyes. It wasn´t the view itself, but the fact that people with magic could coexist within a hidden society. Many didn´t seem transformed and a lot of them wore masks. Simple shops for vials, pills, and little bags that seem to contain magical drugs. It felt like a nightmare to Franky as those drugs and the people themself sparked several emotions. The one he had bumped into passed them as Franky's gaze kept wandering around. It seems like he had intense hatred within him reserved just for Franky. This underground bazaar world, had several signs to help people know where to head to, but they all seem to head to the same center with no twists and turns. The guy who dragged him in earlier, poked his cheek being awfully cheerful. "You haven´t been here before, have you?", he asked. "No... this is my first time here." Franky hesitated as some unknown guy a little younger than him had approached him. "So, uh- what´s your name?", Franky asked out of courtesy. "Leonard! You can call me Leo! What´s yours?" "King..." His awfully cheerful attitude made him hard to figure out despite Franky's special ability to read the mood people are in. For some reason, he only felt faint emotions like everyone here knew how to conceal themself. "Since you´re here at the Arena Base, you should check out the arena if you´re not here for shopping!"

Turns out there's a massive dome in the center of this base. The drugs aren´t used within the arena but often used for dealing with troublesome demons a lot harder to deal with. There also are those that aren´t Dream Catchers capable of using magic here, but few of them actually compare to Dream Catchers. They make up an additional 200 000 people capable of defeating Demons. As they kept walking down the path to the dome, they noticed a bunch of food stalls selling what seems to be normal food. One restaurant piqued his interest... one with what seems to be fast food. "Leo? What do I pay with?", Franky asked. "It's free! No need to worry about paying when some have the ability to create food or at least create it within a lab. Wanna grab a bite?" Hesitant, he inspected the food that was being served. Steak, gyros, salads, beer, and much more were being served. Its simplicity has its own charm. Just like a wooden cabin with a cozy atmosphere, he decided to sit by and watch as people seemed to chatter and cheer. One lone TV hanging right above the bar excited the two men and the woman sitting at the counter. Leo pulled at Franky's arm just to take the last seats at the counter. "This is King, a rookie! I just met him!", Leo said as a means to introduce him. Further inspecting the friends Leo decided to sit next to, they also inspected him. "This is Sylvia. The man the furthest away from you is Schmidt and the man next to me is Calypso. I hope you can get along well!" Calypso, with his awfully messy and green hair, his slender figure, his shaved face, and the eye bags, make him seem like a physically weak person that just got out of bed after struggling to fall asleep. Schmidt, was tall and muscular, almost like a brute within his attire. His shaved head and his rough and brown beard definitely make him an interesting individual. Sylvia however, seems to wear a fancy wine dress exposing one of her legs. The bracelet on her exposed thigh seems to have a few, one-centimeter thick, rods. "Another rookie? We've been having a lot of those lately. The rise of Demons, I guess?", she uttered. "Let's not worry about that! Let's worry about the tournament!", Leo said to keep the cheerful mood. Franky now has come to the realization that Hellfire wanted him to fight in the arena since he's at his wit's end concerning the world of magic. "How do I sign up?", Franky asked. Sylvia, with a grin, declared, "You just enter the dome. Right at the entrance, there's someone that's going to help you register. Just announce that you want to fight as well." It seems fairly simple, but just to be sure, Franky listened to the conversations others had. Leo ordered wine as he chatted with his friends. A few young men at a table seem to be having a heated discussion about whether or not "The Owner of The Holy Lance" may appear. She seems to not have been around for a while. Inquiring about the legend that is "The Owner of The Holy Lance", he was met with scorn by Schmidt. "She's the third strongest Dream Catcher right now, but also the strongest to visit this base. Apparently, she's with Claw. Leo likely knows more about her." Schmidt does respect her might, but he also doesn´t seem to like her a lot. Makes him wonder if she may be a brute. It was a short time spent within the restaurant. Maybe he'll get to return and hang out with these people again. Waiting behind a long row of people just waiting to be let in as fighters, Leo had a few things left to tell him. "This tournament consists of four phases. The first is a battle royale, the second is a race with tons of traps, the third is group battles and the last is a one versus one tournament. Unless you are some kind of genius or ridiculously blessed in battle, I doubt you will survive the first round without help and I really want to see you grow. I'll create a flare with my flames to pinpoint my location. The rest is up to you. Also... You can't be killed in battle. As soon as you leave a drop of blood to create a Viva figure, there's no way you could be killed. Even if you didn't, the base grants you immortality thanks to a Divine Key." As it was his turn to enter the tournament, he couldn't ask any more questions. "Do you wish to fight or to spectate?", a young boy the size of a ten-year-old asked. His eyes were completely white. No pupils, just eye whites that creeped Franky out. "I want to fight." "Name?" It seems monotone and doesn't seem human at all. "King." It pulled out a piece of paper and a knife. "Prick yourself and wipe some blood on this piece of paper. Then walk through this door and await your turn in the lounge." Just as commanded, Franky used the knife to cut himself, wipe his blood off as his finger regenerated, handed the piece of paper to the young boy, and entered the lounge behind the curtain. Just like before, he was met with bright flashes of light only to be teleported somewhere else. Just as promised, he was led to a lounge. Its blue lights and the bunch of sofas felt cozy, but something to be wary of. A hundred people made themself ready within the lounge. None of the people he had met before were around and he had to await whether or not they'll arrive. One person caught his interest. She seemed to give off a different aura than the others and sat within a corner. People were gossiping and whispering while others were glaring each other down. This lone woman, seemingly in her young twenties, had long, blonde, and wavy hair. Her light blue eyes almost gave off their own unique shine within this lounge. Wearing a black fisherman cap, a black military jacket, black cargo pants, black high heels, and black gloves, she concerned herself with her own thoughts. Golden stripes and patterns all over her outfit, sitting in the corner, on the ground, she was completely submerged in thought until Franky showed up. "You seem interesting compared to the others. Who are you?" She was shocked to hear this question as she seems to be used to being recognized and praised. "Emilia, and you?", she answered with a gentle smile. Since she seems straightforward and not one Franky could consider a threat, he, without any worries, answered, "Franky, but I also go by King." "I see. You're new here, aren't you?" He nodded. "I look forward to your development. I don't mean to push you away, but I'm thinking about something right now. Could you let me think for a bit? I hope we can still get along in the future despite my rudeness." Her answer seems genuine. Emilia went back to being submerged within her own world as Franky walked away with a quick, "Sure. I was the one that interrupted you anyway." Schmidt seems to have arrived, wide-eyed and worried. "You were talking with Durandal, the one I told you about earlier!", he yelled. "So what?" People were staring him down and caught interest in him. They whispered and gossiped thinking that he may be a strong individual, or an overconfident brat, a cunning fighter, or possibly all of the above. "A minute left until we start Phase 1. Prepare yourself." It was the same child that had asked him to prick himself. "Hey! Before we're separated, there's this one last thing I want to tell you! You've just made yourself an enemy by approaching the first ranked within this base. If you have to decide between being beaten senselessly or giving up by stabbing yourself in the throat. You'll be teleported into the audience without harm. Be careful! This entire room probably is out for you." The voice from earlier started counting down from ten. It seems as if Schmidt is exaggerating, but soon he'll know. As he hit zero, bright flashes of light emerged the entire room. "Divine Keys, Holy Lance, Durandal and so much more... there's so much more I need to learn before I can protect Alpha." Still hellbent on doing anything to protect and please Alpha for unknown reasons, he dove into the first phase, the phase where he will be beaten senselessly.