The early morning mist had yet to dissipate, but all five thousand seats in the East City Beast Fighting Arena were already filled.
The ring-shaped structure, built from massive, dark cyan stones, resembled a slumbering ancient beast in the morning light.
Excited whispers, the crisp clinking of Magic Stone Bags, and countless prying gazes filled the air.
DONG... DONG... DONG...
The bells of the Time Trace Tower pierced through the mist, echoing three times.
An aged figure quietly materialized on the high platform in the center of the Beast Fighting Arena.
His grayish-white long robe stirred without a breeze, his face was gaunt, and his eye sockets were sunken.
But when he opened his eyes, the very air in the arena seemed to freeze for an instant.
A Level Three Great Wizard.
He simply stood there, unmoving, yet a spiritual suppression as vast as an abyss already enveloped the entire arena.
The clamor came to an abrupt halt.
