[On the Arena stage.]
The ambient energy hummed violently as the three apex prodigies of their respective empires stood at the epicenter of the grand stadium, their distinct auras clashing in an invisible war of pressure.
"Ok Captains!! Listen up!" Davy yelled, and continued: manipulating the localized sound waves so his voice pierced clearly through the deafening roar of tens of thousands of spectators.
"There is only one winner, and the winning captain will get to enter first, earn 1,000 points for her team, and will have an opportunity to pick two options, which will greatly increase the success rate in the first round!!" He smiled at their stunned expression. The point economy in the Glory Flag tournament was notoriously brutal; a thousand points right out of the gate was a massive tactical advantage that could dictate the pace of the entire event.
"Now, Start!!" He vanished, utilizing a high-tier Flash Step skill that left only a faint, rippling distortion in the air.
