Hell Arena ends, sending the arena back to it foggy self.

Except it doesn't stay that way for long.

Slowly it starts to heat up, although for the first several days the fog lingers, heavy and hot like at the start of the last hell arena.

Finally, on the second night it slowly vanishes, leaving a hot a humid night. But the night is not dark. With a sudden crack the city hums into power, the amusement park lights up, and the city looks for the first time, almost normal.

Except suddenly having power, after who know how long of not, is not necessarily the best idea. Fires starts to flare to life, small ones luckily, that strangely seem contained. The amusement park rides squeal and careen around on their own on rusty tracks. The roller coaster wobbles every time it goes around the curve over the city, and it's clearly only a matter of time before it goes right off the tracks.

And it's still heating up, slowly, but steadily.

On the third day, the cracks that have been threaded through out the arena, groaning and inching wider suddenly burst open. And now it is clear where the heat is coming from, as flames lick up, lava oozing up between the cracks. They grow in jagged jumps towards the city green, large pieces of town breaking off to fall into the cliffs below, others being trusted up high as the earth moves below them.

The messages is clear. The winner better make their kills soon or there won't be an arena to fight in.