"Good morning, my dear Britannians!!"
Patrick West shouted with an excited expression as he stood at the center of the Arena's fighting platform.
His voice boomed through the enormous hall.
"YEAHHHHHHHH!!!!"
The response came almost immediately.
Cheerful cries rose from the audience as applause followed from every side, thousands of hands clapping together while the sound rolled through the Arena.
The crowd had already been lively before Patrick appeared, with conversations and excited voices filling the stands, but the moment he opened his mouth, the atmosphere seemed to rise another level.
The entire Arena was getting packed with Nobles and Non-Nobles.
Adults had brought their families.
Young children sat beside their parents, some of them leaning forward in their seats as they looked toward the fighting platform, while others had to be pulled back by their family members after becoming too excited by the noise around them.
