The servant nodded, bringing Liam to a specific cabinet.
"You will be the eighth bout, sir," the man said before leaving with Liam's permission.
Liam browsed through the many face coverings… eventually finding one that he saw suitable to wear.
Done with that task, Liam sat at the large table and began wolfing down his meals.
Soon enough, night fell.
Just then, an enthusiastic voice rang out in Liam's room, followed by the mirror opposite him flickering with lights across its reflective surface… revealing the vast stadium from an above angle.
"Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome… to the Regional Power Tournament!"
Thousands of seats were filled with cheering nobles, divided into six sections by their familial colors.
Liam's eye widened in amazement as he astutely scanned the 'TV' screen.
