The long awaited day had finally arrived.
After months of preparation and lots of anticipation, the Royal Carnival of the Cero Kingdom was about to begin. The capital city had transford completely. Colorful banners hung from towers and streets. Music echoed across the markets. Perforrs danced and entertained crowds at every corner.
The entire city was alive with excitent.
People from many different kingdoms had gathered to witness the event. Travelers, adventurers, rchants, nobles, and common citizens filled the streets. So had traveled for weeks just to be present. Others ca simply to experience the grand celebration.
But above all the festivities, there was one event everyone was waiting for.
The Grand Champions Tournant.
This tournant was not like the previous ones. For the first ti in history, warriors from many different kingdoms had co together to compete in one arena. It was a mont that would be rembered for generations.
The massive arena at the heart of the capital was completely full. Thousands of people filled the seats, and many more stood in open areas outside where giant screens displayed the stage. The sound of cheering and excitent echoed like thunder.
Soon the royal procession entered the arena.
King Arthur walked forward to the central platform. The mont the crowd saw him, loud cheers erupted everywhere. People stood up and clapped with pride. The king raised his hand slightly, acknowledging the people.
Once the noise settled, King Arthur began his speech.
He spoke about unity. He spoke about strength. He spoke about how warriors from many kingdoms had gathered not just to compete, but to learn from each other. His voice was calm but powerful, reaching every corner of the arena.
“This tournant,” he said, “is a celebration of courage, skill, and spirit. May every warrior who steps into this arena give their best.”
The crowd roared again.
When his speech ended, he stepped aside and nodded toward the podium.
The first prince of the Cero Kingdom, Prince Henry, stepped forward.
He cleared his throat and looked at the excited crowd.
Now it was ti to announce the teams.
“Representing the Kingdom of Cero,” he began, “these are the groups who will compete in the Grand Champions Tournant.”
The crowd leaned forward with anticipation.
“The Grand Party.”
The mont the na was spoken, a massive cheer exploded across the arena. The Grand Party was one of the most respected groups in the kingdom. Many people already considered them legends.
“Redwake.”
Another loud cheer followed. Their fierce reputation had earned them many fans.
“Eternal Wings.”
People applauded proudly.
“Divatrix.”
“Black Sigil.”
“Iron Squad.”
“The Coil.”
“Pri Heroes.”
“The Rising Heroes.”
As soon as that na was announced, the crowd beca even louder. The Rising Heroes had beco famous throughout the kingdom over the past few years.
Among the cheering crowd, five figures stood quietly.
Lila, Sera, Adrian, Doran, and Fizzle were hidden within the crowd. They wore simple clothing and hoods so that they would not attract too much attention. But when their team na echoed across the arena, they could not help smiling.
People were cheering for them. So were chanting their na proudly.
Lila felt a rush of excitent. Adrian crossed his arms with a small smile. Doran scratched his head awkwardly while trying not to look too proud. Sera looked slightly embarrassed but happy. Fizzle floated all around a little in excitent.
They stood there silently, enjoying the mont.
Prince Henry continued.
“Platinum Edge.”
“The Horizon.” “Deadwatch.”
“The Wave Crew.”
“The Wild Slayers.”
“And finally… Wind Chasers.”
With each na, the crowd kept cheering loudly. Pride for their kingdom filled the entire arena.
After the announcent of the Cero teams, representatives from other kingdoms began approaching the podium one by one.
First ca the representative from the Kingdom of Wyali.
Their teams were announced.
“Astra Axis.”
“Shooting Stars.”
“Highland Breakers.”
“Gray Banner.”
“The Horizon.”
“Silver Antlers.”
Even though they were not from the Cero Kingdom, the crowd still cheered. The excitent of the tournant made everyone eager to see these new challengers.
Next was the Kingdom of Raztak.
“Dune Horde.”
“Golden Falcons.”
“Karvek.”
“Velkran.”
“Sunscar.”
“The Fifth Caravan.”
The nas carried the strength of desert warriors, and the crowd responded with equal excitent.
From the Kingdom of Friendorn ca several well known groups.
“Valkrest.”
“Order of the White Pike.”
“Black Bastion.”
“Silver Accord.”
“Orefield.”
“Coldwall.”
“Skyfall.”
The arena remained loud and energetic as each team was announced.
The Kingdom of Aosha followed next.
“Jade Court.”
“Way of Lotus.”
“Shadow Tiger.”
“Disciples of the Ember.”
“Disciples of the Water.”
“Disciples of the Wind.”
Their nas sounded mysterious and disciplined, reflecting their unique fighting styles.
From the Kingdom of Vrikta ca:
“Vajratna.”
“River Edge.”
“Jungle Squad.”
“Maha Destroyers.”
“Hands of Karma.”
Then ca the Kingdom of Xezin.
“The Far Sailors.”
“Azure Fangs.”
“Storm Phoenix.”
“The Red Banner.”
“Horizon Runner.”
“Shadow Harbor.”
Next was the Kingdom of Eiton.
“Iron Tundra.”
“Fjord Oblivion.”
“Halvern.”
“The Broken Compass.”
From the Kingdom of Coarau were announced,
“Deadly Machetes.”
“Ravento.”
“Canopy of Wild.”
“The Roaring Spirit.”
Then ca the desert warriors of the Kingdom of Lakra.
“Sand Crown.”
“The Last Crescent.”
“Desert Vultures.”
“The Mirage.”
And finally, the Kingdom of Ealp-Wakera.
“Rampage Raiders.”
“Ivory Chargers.”
“Raging Claws.”
“Golden Reef.”
“The Savage Company.”
With every na spoken, cheers filled the arena. Even if the teams were not from their own kingdom, the crowd appreciated the courage of every warrior participating.
Everyone understood one thing clearly.
This tournant was going to be unforgettable.
People whispered excitedly among themselves. So discussed which teams looked strongest. Others tried to guess which groups might reach the finals.
Betting had already begun across the city. rchants and betting houses were busy taking predictions. But this ti, it was difficult. There was no clear favorite.
Every team had skilled fighters. Every group had their own style and strategy.
Anyone could win. The uncertainty only made the excitent even greater.
Far away from the bright lights and cheering crowds, in a dark chamber hidden from the world, another conversation was taking place.
Vorath stood before a large stone table.
“A lot of nations are participating in what they call the ‘Grand Champions Tournant’,” he said calmly.
Across the chamber, Zalthar sat quietly.
“A tournant, you say,” Zalthar replied slowly. “Interesting.”
Vorath crossed his arms. “So what do we do about it?”
Zalthar remained silent for a mont before speaking. “Nothing… Let them play around a bit.”
Vorath raised an eyebrow. “Don’t you think this would be a very good opportunity for us to strike?”
Silence filled the room.
Zalthar did not answer imdiately.
Vorath waited for a mont before sighing lightly. “I will take that as a no.”
He turned around and began walking toward the exit of the chamber. Just as he reached the door, Zalthar finally spoke again. His voice echoed quietly in the dark room. And Vorath stopped walking.
“You keeping doing your experints for now, and when the ti is right, we will move”
Vorath replied “As you say.”
As he walked away and silence filled the chamber. Zalthar smirked alone, face filled with excitent for the future.
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