The towering stadium loomed over the city like a beacon, its gleaming structure reflecting the morning sunlight. Streams of participants and spectators flowed toward its gates, their excitement palpable. The intricate carvings on the walls told tales of past champions, their legacies immortalized in the very stones of this arena. For Cruzer, Elara, and Jean, the sight was awe-inspiring yet daunting—a reminder of the stakes involved.
Passing through the security checkpoint, Jean stretched her arms overhead, her casual demeanor a stark contrast to the tension in the air. "A battle royale with fifty groups? That's going to be pure chaos. I bet Charlotte's loving this setup."
Cruzer smirked but said nothing. His focus was already on the arena ahead.
