Oxwadeshire's third-floor Colosseum buzzed with anticipation as the main Arcaneblade event began. The arena was impressive, filled with towering arches and seats packed with spectators eager for the spectacle.
Padma stood in one of the dimly lit corridors surrounding the field, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps. It could be seen from her feathers moving randomly because she was really nervous.
"What are you nervous about?" asked Marzibel, her tone casual as she sat on a nearby bench, meticulously smoothing her hair. "It's not like we're performing on stage. We're just lining up in the middle of the field."
"B-but, we'll be in the middle of the field! And everyone above will be looking our way, right?" Padma stammered, her eyes wide with anxiety.
