The morning was special today.
The Eternal Radiance Tournament had finally reached its grand finale.
The colossal arena was an ancient masterpiece of craftsmanship and enchanted design, a testament to human excellence in war and craft.
However, today it was appearing to be more magnificent than ever.
Six banners had been hung from six different spots in the gallery—each of them had the portrait of a finalist.
The crowd was excited.
Not only just common folk and nobles, but warriors, scholars, ambassadors, and traveling merchants—all had gathered from every corner of the land.
Their periodic cheers rose in waves, creating a deafening roar that was shaking the very stones beneath them.
Alongside the banners of the finalists, other faction emblems were fluttering as well in the breeze.
Even those contenders, who had been rivals just yesterday, were standing side by side today, being united in their thirst for the final battles.
