The Valoria Kingdom's streets teemed with life. From every corner of the realm and beyond, people poured into the capital, their excitement palpable as the grand coliseum loomed in the distance—a fortress of stone and steel that defied the sky. Its colossal arches and intricate carvings spoke of centuries of history, its presence an imposing reminder of the power and grandeur of the Battle Convention.
Merchants shouted over the din, selling flags, charms, and memorabilia. Families clutched their children's hands as they hurried to secure their seats, their chatter a mix of anticipation and hope. Travelers from the neighboring nations of Eldoria and Arcanis added to the sea of faces, their distinctive clothing marking them as outsiders.
"I heard the Pacesetters Academy sent their strongest this year," a merchant whispered to a passing noble.
