The Human Capital, a bastion of obsidian towers and ancient, defiant walls, thrummed with a nervous energy. Every road leading to the city gates had disgorged its cargo of contestants—the powerful, the desperate, and the politically motivated. All races, all species, united by the single, brutal objective of the Throne Succession Competition.
The legendary families—the Qin, the Blade, and the Xin—arrived with grand, intimidating entourages, their banners snapping like challenges in the crisp air. Yet, they were merely the familiar threats. The true unease stemmed from the influx of powerful, unknown figures, their origins cloaked in shadow, and the open presence of the upper World's worst enemies: the Wendigos and the Elves. The old rule of engagement was a thin, threadbare truce, and for the human populace, the simple, desperate prayer echoed in every heart:
'A Human must win.'
