I stand before the sleek black VR capsule, its glossy surface reflecting my own anticipation. Today is the day I've been waiting for—the day of the tournament. As I step closer, I take in the familiar surroundings of the room I repaired in my mother's chambers. It's just me here, alone with my thoughts and the hum of excitement in the air.
I've taken care of all the necessary preparations, making sure to register the sword I acquired from Zamira. It's an exquisite piece, its design intricate and awe-inspiring. I can't help but marvel at the craftsmanship every time I lay my eyes on it. But as for the demon-tier sword I entrusted to Zamira, I haven't had the chance to witness its true capabilities. Zamira, concerned about the destructive power it possesses, chose to keep its potential hidden for now. I can only hope it will serve her well in the tournament.
