The vast telecast chamber, with its dull gray ceiling and its floor of absolute matte black, was drowning in sound.
Roars and cries poured from the 4D projection surrounding them, explosions registering not just as noise but as pressure, and sounds so alien that most people hearing them for the first time would have struggled to identify their source.
The air in the chamber carried the particular quality of a space built to contain spectacle, now being tested by something that exceeded its expectations.
Grace stood at the center of it alongside eight of the most powerful players currently active in the Ancient World, guild masters and their most trusted seconds, individuals who had participated in battles that others could only read about and study from a distance.
Each of them had seen extraordinary things. Each of them had stood in the middle of moments that would have broken anyone less prepared for the scale of what the Ancient World was capable of producing.
