The next day dawned with a crisp, clear sky, and the air around the pyramid hummed with anticipation. The top five contestants gathered in the arena, where the final rounds of the tournament would take place. Each of them stood in their corner, nerves slightly on edge, but resolve clear in their eyes.
Azaraelis floated down from above, her silver mist swirling around her feet as she landed gracefully in the center of the arena. Her presence immediately commanded attention.
"Today, the final battles begin," she announced, her voice echoing throughout the arena. "But first, we will draw lots to determine the matchups. One of you will receive a bye, advancing directly to the final round."
The tension grew as a small magical box appeared in front of Azaraelis, glowing softly. She gestured toward it, and each contestant stepped forward to draw their lot.
