The first day of the power games, generously sponsored by Emoria's Crown Prince, had arrived.
Orchestrated by Arkin von Conraide and meticulously planned by the Duke of Latora, the contests remained friendly, with participants of equal prowess and skill competing against one another. The arenas opened their gates to commoners, attracting men, women, and children who all came with high expectations of entertainment and admiration for the valiant souls, the brave soldiers who risked everything to rescue Emoria's beloved Noctavian de Lanark.
The morning sun continued to rise in Lanark's sky, and the Archduchy bustled with activity, just as the Crown Prince had planned.
Amid the throngs of people converging upon the royal estates, the Archduke, Archduchess, and Crown Prince mounted their steeds, cloaked to cover their identities.
