As if sensing the impending battle, the storm raged across the skies of the mysterious realm, and thunder roared like a beast hungry for destruction. This wasn't preplanned by the organizers of the tournament; it was pure coincidence. The spectacle only made everyone outside restless as they watched with bated breath.
With each second that passed, the tension in the air only built up. The Cromwell and Armstrong families offered silent prayers to various Pantheon gods of Eos, knowing full well the stakes at hand. Even the others, though no longer participating in the tournament as all their towns had been wiped out, watched anxiously, fidgeting among themselves.
