6:00 AM, One day before the Hunter's Tournament.
While endeavoring candidates trained intensively, a lot of things had to be fixed on this day: the day before the Hunter Tournament's scheduled date. The founders and investors of the tournament were quite busy, getting their hands tied with a lot of different tasks. Bad luck seemed to follow them around all day. Every time there was a success, failure seemed to dig itself up from the dead and unbiddenly step in like a runaway father after hearing that his bastard son was now a billionaire.
Currently, they had a huge problem on their hands: Deviants. Just as there were people enthusiastic about the tournaments, there were heretics involved as well. These people acknowledged that the colony was in great danger, and continued to be threatened by the fast-approaching tournament. These people saw the Wizard's plan and were promptly against it. These people knew.
