The grand finale of the Ultimate Wife Olympics had arrived. The once-sacred Coliseum of Eternal Valor—a site where kings once duelled dragons for glory—now stood transformed into something far more dangerous: a battlefield of wedding-themed chaos, with five elite yanderes in glittering bridal-athleisure, vying for one man's lips.
Magical fireworks painted the sky with explosive declarations of love. Confetti shaped like tiny engagement rings fluttered from enchanted clouds. Somewhere, a bard was singing an overly dramatic ballad titled "Smooch Me Once and I'll Haunt Your Bloodline."
The crowd roared with anticipation: nobles in velvet cloaks, gossip-hungry merchants, retired adventurers with popcorn, and even a confused centaur diplomat from the Eastern Steppes. Entire priesthoods were on standby, ready to legally sanctify whoever won the "Final Kiss."
