The Last Stand match was the event everyone had been waiting for on the first day of the tournament. Thirty-three participants from each year at the Far West and Eastern Combat Academies gathered on the battlefield, their hearts pounding with anticipation.
This wasn't just a match—it was a fight to see who would be the last one standing, and the air buzzed with excitement.
"How can they modify the whole arena grounds in such a short time," said one of the first year students from Eastern Combat, clearly impressed by the combined efforts of magisters from Far West and Magic Federation.
The arena had become a vast battlefield, divided into three distinct terrains. A dense forest loomed with shadows; a shimmering miniature lake sparkled deceptively calm; and a rocky canyon cut through the landscape like a jagged scar, promising no easy paths.
