Word of the upcoming junior sword tournament between humans and demons spread through the realms like wildfire. It was an event of immense significance, designed not only to test the skills of the younger generation but also to foster a sense of camaraderie or, at the very least, respect between the two species.
For me, it was more than just a competition; it was another chance to see Riley and perhaps, this time, prove something to both of us.
The tournament was to be held in a grand arena situated on neutral ground, an ancient coliseum nestled between the borders of the demon and human kingdoms. The structure was colossal, with towering stone walls etched with the scars of countless battles fought over centuries.
As I approached the arena with my family, the air buzzed with anticipation. Banners bearing the symbols of both realms fluttered in the wind, and the sounds of excited chatter filled the space.
