The stadium buzzed with anticipation as King Louis of Valtania's speech drew to a close. His final words hung in the air, the crowd's applause reverberating around the arena. But before the energy could fade, the host, John, bounded forward with a grin, rallying the audience.
"Don't let the applause die down now!" he announced, his voice carrying. "Let's give a warm welcome to the King of Aryavarta — His Majesty Veerendra Singh!"
A ripple of excitement spread through the crowd as King Veerendra, adorned in regal saffron robes trimmed with gold, strode forward. His calm demeanor was matched by the subtle power in his every movement. He took the mic, his deep voice echoing through the stadium.
"I wish all of you the very best of luck," he said, his tone kind yet commanding. "I look forward to seeing your talents shine on this great stage."
The crowd responded with respectful applause, which quickly died down as John flashed a smile, taking back the mic.
