The sun hung high in the sky, casting its warm light over Hazorh's newly rebuilt arena. In place of the ruined colosseum, an impressive structure had been crafted using earth magic—a massive open area with stands rising like tiered hills of polished stone.
The structure had been built with both speed and elegance, a testament to the Empire's mastery of elemental magic and its determination to maintain tradition.
Excited murmurs and cheers filled the air as citizens from across the realm flooded into the stands.
Colorful banners fluttered in the breeze, bearing the emblems of noble houses, guilds, and merchant clans who had come to witness the continuation of the tournament.
Children waved wooden swords in mock battle, vendors shouted about roasted meats and spiced drinks, and guards patrolled the perimeter with watchful eyes.