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Magic died out when the dragons did -Grayson. The cold wind blew around the stone pillars, making harsh whistling sounds as it went. Skeletons, corpses that had been picked to the bone over the years by ravens, littered the ground, others still rotting away after the ravens themselves had been eaten and driven to leave the place. The harsh and unforgiving sun was hidden behind the clouds, and so the place, unlike the rest of the world, was covered by shadow. The arena was completely and utterly silent. It was a very desolate place in the middle of nowhere. The very air seemed strange and out of place. However, it was not completely aband