Leaning against his shoulder, Rose told Owen that although she didn't understand everything he said, what Owen did must be right.
"Yes, I am justice," Owen declared as he mounted his horse.
By the time Owen reached the City of Two, only one day remained before the commencement of the witch's tournament.
The city was already abuzz with activity.
A massive square in the city center had been temporarily transformed into an arena due to the extensive number of challengers vying for the witch's hand, relocating the original plan from near the northern magic tower to here.
Notices plastered around the city announced that due to the overwhelming participation, preliminary and qualifying rounds had been added to the competition, with only the final eight qualifiers granted the chance to challenge the nine-tier magic tower.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!