As they walk towards the city…

Rover: “Is this Cartur also from House Silva?”

Lupa: “Not exactly. He's a free man, though he's handled Bough of Legions business for the past few years. Look, Rover. Once we cross the Hero's Way, we'll get to the Capitoline Hill district. For centuries, countless Gladiators have walked this very path to Colosseum Olymdos... just as we are now.”

Rover and Lupa go to the arena.

Lupa: “The next qualifier is just ahead. Once it's over, we can take the cable car to the upper city! On an autumn day, the view as you ascend and the breeze on your face can truly lift your spirits.”

Valius: “Are you ready for the Gladiator's Agon?”

Rover: “Yes, I'm ready.”

Valius: “Happy hunting, Gladiators!”

Valius: “Wuthering Waves versus Blue Furies. Let the Agon begin!”

Rover and Lupa quickly win the challenge.

Rover: (Cartethyia... standing on the water? That abnormal sensation came over me again when my sword struck the contender's Echo. All the Echoes in Septimont seem to exhibit unstable power. Something is definitely off. But it seems like no one else has noticed.)

Whispering Spectator: “Contender Lupa isn't in the Bough of Legions anymore... what a shame.”

Doubtful Spectator: “Just two days before the finals, as well! It's unfair to her former teammates and her fans.”

Whispering Spectator: “Is it about the money? She's changed teammates how many times now? As for that newcomer next to her...”

Scornful Specatator: “Without the Silvas' patronage, there's no way a gladiator from the outskirts could rise to fame so quickly.”

Disgruntled Spectator: “Quiet down. Where are you hearing these rumors? Open your eyes, Lupa has never once thrown a match!”

Doubtful Spectator: “Hmph, everyone thinks they know the real truth. But consider this, it's a fact I know to be true...”