It was the tournament day already.
The venue was Wyrmwood Academy. The grounds here was bigger and wider compare to the Noble-High Academy ground, making it the perfect stage for the tournament.
Spectators—cadets from both academies who were not competing filled the open field.
Some were chatting in groups, while others already occupied the first rows of the spectator stands.
Right at the center was a massive magical display board.
It was set up so everyone in the crowd could see what was happening live inside the sealed Wildland, right alongside the running score.
The atmosphere here was electric.
Wyrmwood cadets were wearing their light blue and white sportswear, while the Noble-High students were wearing dark red.
A few feet away from the main crowd, Matthew sat behind a sturdy wooden desk.
A long single file of cadets was standing in front of his table, waiting to place their bets.
