The emergency meeting was held in the largest hall available—a space normally used for guild gatherings that was now packed with over three hundred adventurers. More stood outside, listening through open windows and doors. The air was thick with tension, fear, and desperate determination.
Akhil stood at the front, the Blood Fang resting against his shoulder. Beside him were Nyla, Aria, Ryan, Seth, Nibo, James, and J—the core group that had fought together, survived together. Behind them stood representatives from the elven and dwarven districts, guild leaders, and other experienced fighters.
"We need to move soon," Akhil began, his voice carrying clearly through the hall. "Get to the tournament location before it starts, so we can see how things work, understand the layout, observe the rules."
Murmurs of agreement rippled through the crowd.
