Metal gates fly open on the sides of the arena floor, and an endless flow of water rushes in. This has to be a mirage. Yet liter after liter flows in. The water covers the metal ground, crashing with the expanse of a sea.
“How is this possible?” I hiss under my breath, remembering the laborers no more than skin and bone. So many dying for water and they waste it on this?
This can be compared to today's boat races because teams line up at the start and then they race down to the other end and try to bet the other teams and come first and at the end of the race the team that comes first gets gold medals and 2nd gets silver and 3rd gets bronze medals. After each team says good race and then walks away.
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