Golden Heir Tournament Site...
The Heavenly Phoenix Range buzzed with divine heat and the relentless excitement of the upcoming Golden Heir Tournament. Its peaks were shrouded with floating platforms and glowing magical banners, suspended in the sky like floating stars. The Tournament wasn't just a place to fight—it was a realm of spectacle, trade, and politics.
Kent, wearing a battle robe with golden scales, walked with a confident posture alongside his companions. Amelia, with her radiant smile and calm demeanor, held his arm possessively, while Lily and Sophia skipped ahead, drawn by the sights and sounds of the festival.
Fatty Ben, however, had long since vanished into the business alleys, setting up his grand gambling venture.
"Look at that arena!" Lily pointed with wide eyes.
