Chapter 148: Mid-Term— Final[1]
The Final Match will be held on the Grand Colosseum, not VR Arena.
The Grand Colosseum was alive, a singular entity breathing with the roar of fifty thousand souls. Sunlight streamed through the crystalline dome, illuminating dust motes dancing in the electric air.
Banners of the Great Houses hung limp one moment, then snapped taut in unseen mana currents the next.
The energy was frantic, celebratory, yet underscored by a sharp, almost bloodthirsty anticipation.
This was the day the champion would be crowned.
High above the roaring stands, shielded by shimmering privacy wards, sat the true powers of the continent.
The private viewing boxes, usually reserved for visiting royalty or Academy benefactors, were filled today. Raffelo Blackthorn, Master of the Bliss Guild, watched with his usual impassive sternness, though his fingers drummed lightly on the armrest.
