The area around the war god temple where the ritual is going to happen is called Blessed Land. This is where the fighting between hundred thousand disciples is going to happen. Approximately this blessed land spread for 10 miles.
The war drums, stationed at the periphery of the blessed land, began to beat a rhythm that reverberated through the earth, making the very air quiver with expectation. Each resonating thud seemed to echo the heartbeat of the gathered millions, their eyes fixated on the blessed land.
At the entrance to the blessed land, the Supreme Wand Magus stood tall and imposing, his robe adorned with the shimmering insignias of the wizard association. His allies, other supremes, flanked him, their eyes narrowed with steely resolve.
"Ahhrrrr…"
The sound of divine beasts signaled the arrival of Simon, the son of the Nine Realms Association head.
