Main Plaza — Day 3, Dawn
The stage had changed again.
This time, the center of the plaza housed something that looked like a massive war table—three meters in diameter, its polished wooden surface carved with a map representing generic terrain: mountains, rivers, forests, plains.
Around the map, hundreds of wooden figurines painted in four colors: blue for Adelheid, gold for Lilith, red for Naporia, black for Valeria.
Each army had an identical composition: one hundred infantry, thirty cavalry, twenty archers, ten elite units.
Gorman stood beside the table with a rulebook so thick it looked like a history textbook.
The crowd filled the stands, but this time the atmosphere was different. Quieter. Expectant. This wasn't a spectacle of blood or words—it was large-scale military chess.
Kaito was in the judges' box with three veteran military strategists who had agreed to serve as commentators for the public.
