Grand Elder Rahnia appeared on the battle stage without uttering a word. The coliseum became silent and the attention of all those present was locked onto him.
His head was of a shiny, magnificent baldness, free of any form of hair, supremely radiant and polished as his aged face was adorned by a well groomed white beard. He looked like the average man in his late fifties but all those with sufficient authority knew how dangerous the man known as the World Devouring Plague was.
Despite how dangerous he was, he bore a bright smile as he looked at his fellow clan members, truly happy to be able to spend time with those he cherished the most.
Clearing his throat, he spoke.
"Greetings dear Erebus. As you all know, every year after our festival, it is tradition for the youngsters of the new generation to battle it out amongst themselves to become our clan's Holy Child."
