The area outside the ancient War Ground of the Gods was a carnival of celebration. A massive battlefield encircled by towering stone walls that blocked anyone from entering.
The ground trembled as the armies of 33 nations saluted, their family banners rippling in the wind. Supreme Wizards stood shoulder to shoulder, wearing powerful armour, carrying spirit weapons and ready for the battle that could shape their nations' fates for decades to come.
Above them all, the Royal Palace Master rose in the sky. His silver robes flowed unnaturally, untouched by the wind. He raised his staff high, and a beam of golden light shot into the sky, drawing the attention of every soldier, noble, and spectator below.