In a grand throne room, adorned with exquisite tapestries and adorned with shimmering chandeliers, a magnificent magic array stood at the center.
The array displayed a scoreboard with two names etched upon it.
Princess Mira, regally seated upon the ornate throne, was surrounded by vibrant jesters who brought joy with their lively performances and melodious music that filled the air.
Yet, despite the merriment, Princess Mira's countenance hinted at deep contemplation.
With a furrowed brow, she stared intently at the scoreboard. "This ritual competition is proving to be the worst of its kind," she murmured softly.
One contestant had made it to the second lap after an incredibly long struggle, or so it seemed, while the other had breezed through the initial stages but had been stuck on the final lap for what felt like an eternity.
Confusion clouded Princess Mira's face as she puzzled over what was going on in those rooms.
