“Welcome ladies and gentlemen to The Arena of Kronos!” The siren’s ethereal voice reverberates through the stadium, carrying to every member of the audience and startling a pair of scarlet macaws out of the nearby trees. She hovers over the arena, letting the warm thermal soak into her black wings and rich brown skin. The Arena: one of the great wonders of Atlantis, said to be carved by the wind gods themselves out of the solid rock. A colossal statue of the hungry titan casts a shadow over the sandy pit. The siren opens her arms wide and flashes an inviting smile. “We have a spectacular show for you today with some extremely important guests!”
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