Minutes had passed since the arrival of the Lunaris. At the center of the arena, the chosen representatives of each race had gathered, their expressions calm yet filled with quiet tension.
The morning wind drifted gently across the field, carrying a faint scent of dust and steel. Rays of sunlight spilled across the competitors, glinting on their armor and weapons. Marlon and Drever stood beside each other, surrounded by eight others roughly around their age.
In total, there were eight boys and two girls who were twin from Northwind Nation. They looked identical in every way but carried completely different auras that made them easy to tell apart.
A few meters opposite them stood the Lunaris youths. Their posture was sharp and composed, their black, flexible armor hugging their bodies perfectly, crafted for both speed and precision. Their cold gazes and silent presence filled the air with invisible weight, carrying a pressure that made the atmosphere grow heavier by the second.
