A group of servants rushed across the walkways, preparing for the arrival of the main guests. Enchanted lanterns lit up one after another along the inner ring, illuminating the massive chamber in warm golden light.
A deep horn echoed suddenly.
Boooooom—
The sound resonated through the entire Sanctum, shaking the seating tiers and forcing everyone to straighten in their seats.
The Supremacy Games were about to begin.
But before the opening could proceed, the Dean of the Academy stepped onto the elevated platform. His robe fluttered even though there was no wind, and the eyes of every noble, guard, and elder focused on him.
He raised his hand and adjusted his monocle with a sweet smile on his face.
The chamber fell silent instantly.
And just as Amon prepared to speak...
A ripple of Essence swept through the Sanctum, like someone tapping on the fabric of reality. The crimson walls dimly brightened. The runic veins pulsed faster and deeper in colour.
