The Colosseum of the Sky hummed with anticipation as the Ringmaster took center stage once more. His suit, now shimmering with constellations that seemed to move of their own accord, caught the light in mesmerizing patterns.
"Ladies, gentlemen, and assorted beings of questionable origin!" the Ringmaster's voice boomed. "The moment you've all been waiting for has arrived.
It's time to meet our champions!
These brave, or perhaps foolhardy, individuals who will risk life, limb, and possibly their sanity for your entertainment!"
A ripple of excitement ran through the crowd. In their private boxes, the Harbingers leaned forward, their interest piqued.
"First up," the Ringmaster continued, "representing the blood-soaked realm of Bloodmire, we have... absolutely no one!"
A confused murmur swept through the arena.
The Ringmaster affected a look of exaggerated concern.
"Oh my, it seems the champion of Bloodmire is missing!
