The city was absolutely bustling. Young faces swarmed, their hearts clenched in anticipation of grasping a better future for themselves.
Very soon, experts from the higher planes would hold a tournament. For many of them who lived their whole lives on the Pedestal Plane, the thought of rising to the Blossom or maybe even one day reaching the Shrine Plane was enough to fill their hearts to the point of bursting.
Unfortunately, many of them lacked proper standing. Unlike those lucky few who gained seeded spots to the main tournament, they had no choice but to scratch and claw their way up for a chance. Ironically, due to this, some of them actually wished that they were born in the weaker Inner or even Outer Ring.
