Azaraelis stood tall on the elevated platform, her long silver hair flowing behind her like a cascade of moonlight. The crowd quieted as her presence alone commanded silence. Her eyes, cold and calculating, scanned the battlefield and the ten finalists standing below her. She smiled slightly, a gesture more of recognition than warmth, knowing the battles that had brought them here.
"Congratulations to the ten of you," she began, her voice carrying a power that resonated through the entire arena. "You have proven yourselves in this first stage. But the true test lies ahead. Now, we shall move forward with the next phase of the tournament."
The crowd murmured in anticipation as Azaraelis raised her hand, a soft glow emanating from her fingers as ancient runes appeared in the air. A giant magical wheel materialized above her, etched with the names of the ten finalists. The wheel shimmered with magic, slowly spinning.
