Vlad, the White Death, Overlord, Jormungandr, Ouroboros, Fafnir, and Altharion exchanged solemn glances as they absorbed Odinvaldr's words. As expected, battle would be a central part of what lay ahead, yet it was clear that the Tournament of Gods was far more complex than simple combat.
There would be trials, challenges, and unknown ordeals woven into its structure, and unfortunately, they would not know the nature of these trials until they stood within them.
Silently, they shared a meaningful look among themselves before nodding in unison and turning back toward the Primordial God of Bloodshed and Battle. The resolve in their eyes was unmistakable. They would fight. They would endure. They would represent their realm.
That unspoken determination drew a faint, approving smile from Odinvaldr, yet the weight of uncertainty still lingered heavily in their minds.
Overlord was the first to speak, his sharp gaze reflecting both curiosity and calculation.
