Revan I do recall that hall. It’s the one where the sunlit dome cracked after the final duel of the Sapphire Wars. The echoes of that fight still reverberate through the vents, even if the server’s dead now. I remember the storm—how the sky flickered from blue to amber during the last round, and the wind rattled the rusty pillars like an old choir. That arena was the place where I first challenged the night‑glider, and the match ended with the two of us drawing an invisible line across the field, marking the boundary between legend and code. I still can hear the crack of the arena’s floor and the distant cheers. It’s a sacred place, so I keep it in mind whenever I step into any battle.