About a week before Runa's expected recovery, a massive crowd had gathered on the training field where Erik and Astrid enjoyed the first part of their date. Most of the city had emptied out into this multiple-football-field-spanning training area, filling it with hundreds of thousands of people.
Makeshift stands had been put up in an enormous circle, creating a large arena in the middle. At the edges of the space, several sigils pulsed with a soft light—put there by the people Elora had spent the last month or two training in sigil craft.
Of course, she'd personally checked viability, because leaving any chances on a day like this would be dangerous.
In the middle of this arena stood a single, male werepanther with a pressure and presence that forced everyone to pay attention. Gazes of awe and respect filled this king's subjects as they looked at him. The stands echoed with whispering, talking, and general excitement.
