Oyufemos Country, in the grand arena.
Although the large audience seats were empty, a middle-aged man draped in a slanted white robe with an emerald forehead ornament enthusiastically raised his arms and shouted:
"The winning side can enjoy a grand feast, the losing side must continue with empty stomachs. Slaves, give it your all to please the great King Oyufemos, Your Majesty! Let the combat begin!"
Clang—!
Then he forcefully rang the bronze bell beside him.
Whizz! Whizz!
Heavy bronze gates on both sides of the grand arena opened, and two figures shot into the sand-covered field.
Finally free from the confinement of the prison bars, the Tier 2 Peak Black Wizard, with a darkened face, took the lead in the assault:
"It's all your fault, you three fools! Do you know where this is? The mishap you've caused this time is going to doom us all!"
Opposite him, Stephanie, holding a spear, was not one to be trifled with, and retorted unyieldingly:
