After all the mirrors were set on the stage, the people heard yet another loud booming sound. Following the sound, the east side door on the ground level opened as several youngsters in armors started to walk out of the door.
Each of them wore a different type and color of armor. The commonality between all of them was their posture. Their chests were puffed up, head held high with grins radiating pride and ego. The crowd, their cheering, and the atmosphere of the arena kindled the pride of even those who were usually modest.
"There he is, Evan Clarke"
"Morning Star"
"Morning Star"
"Morning Star"
"Morning Star"
"Morning Star"
"Morning Star"
