For the entirety of the month, the Yao Clan's Secret Realm settled into a strange, anticipatory lull. The roaring crowds and the arrogant posturing of the young masters had temporarily subsided, the grand obsidian arenas sitting empty while the thousands of competitors vanished into the perilous, sealed borders of the Pill Realm. It was a waiting period, a quiet intermission before the inevitable, explosive climax of the fourth and final stage.
Alaric, however, was not a man who wasted a single moment of his existence on idle patience.
