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Arena
Nyxil: At well-past-midnight, camp's training arena is in nearly pitch-darkness save for a few sparse torches casting sporadic shadows of a few training dummies left from the day before. The night itself ebbs silently as Nyxil shadowtravels onto one of the benches along the arena's edge. It was his first time coming to camp in months, and his time beyond its protective barriers showed. His black hoodie is flecked with blood and his shoes are worn to hell and back. But for now he was pretty relaxed - or at least tired - and it shows. Silently, passively, he reclines on the bench and examines a bloodied chakram intently, squinting from its soft glow.