Trigger Warning: Mentions of SA, cuz Patte. Not particularly graphic though! I won't go down that rabbit hole again dunworry.
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Lord Yassop stood still, not leaving the array at all. Regardless of what happened, he must be there.
He wouldn't be able to rest well, anyway.
The time for vengeance was near. How could he stay calm?
As he watched group after group enter the array, his mind couldn't help but go to a distant past—when it was him who was leading fights like that.
He was the third generation of lords here, and it was his grandfather who had obtained the token by participating in fights to the death.
The Tournament of Valor—which occurred once every hundred years or so—was something only Cities, technically, participated in.
Arrays would appear outside of every city. By every city, it meant cities from all over the world—including other participating races that actually managed to build cities.
