Liam instantly took out his Rank 2 Jade that Samuel had given him, imbuing it with 'Ora'.
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It was well past midnight, and the night was soon to recede.
Clouds started to form and grow in the sky, churning up a thunderstorm.
"It's time for the rain to start pouring again."
Outside the colosseum, Samuel and a few other head guards sat across from each other, discussing the events of the tournament.
"I have to say, I never expected a peasant to win this year…" a burly, tall, stern man said – donning a violet robe associated with Rizt – taking a sip from his mug.
"I bet we'll start seeing some changes around these regions."
"One thing is for sure, peasants will no doubt grow ambitious and hungry for power."
"We'll see strengthened regulations for techniques now too. Damn rascal, made it difficult for us all."
Samuel chuckled, but some bitterness could be seen in his eyes.
