Inside a large temporary pavilion on the lower terraces of the Heavenly Phoenix Range, Kent sat with his core team of followers. Amelia leaned over a wooden table examining the latest map of the fighting arenas, while Sophia calmly brewed tea beside her. Lily and the two sword brothers sharpened their weapons silently.
The flap of the pavilion lifted with a gust of wind, revealing Fatty Ben striding in, face shining with excitement, his hands stuffed with scrolls and paper tokens.
Kent raised a brow. "You've got that smile, Ben. Either you found trouble or struck gold."
Fatty let out a laugh, then dropped the scrolls on the table with a dramatic thud. "Brother! You won't believe the names I've dug up. The tournament isn't a gathering—it's a storm of monsters."
"Tell me," Kent said, gesturing to a chair.
