"Prepare yourselves," William said, his gaze sweeping over them. "For the tournament will begin soon, and the battles will be unlike anything you've faced before."
With that, he turned toward Azaraeilis, who gave him a subtle nod, her smirk barely visible. She would make sure the arena—and the tournament—ran smoothly. William trusted her implicitly, and with her by his side, he had no doubt that this event would be one to remember.
As the preparations continued and the excitement built, William couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. His territory had grown stronger in his absence, and now, with the tournament on the horizon, they would only become stronger still.
The future was bright, and William knew this was just the beginning of his rise to true power.
