The city of Andelheim buzzed with life as the sun rose over the towering spires that marked its skyline. People from all corners of the Arcanis Empire flooded the streets, a colorful mix of warriors, merchants, and spectators eager to witness the grand Martial Tournament.
The cobblestone streets were lined with countless stalls, selling everything from shimmering blades to exotic elixirs. The air was thick with the scent of spiced meats grilling over open fires, mingling with the sweet fragrance of rare flowers being sold by traders who had traveled far to be here.
Everywhere you looked, there were warriors. Some carried long, gleaming swords at their hips, their blades catching the light as they walked with purpose.
Others shouldered massive axes, their hulking forms standing out even among the crowd, while others held spears, their polished tips glinting ominously in the morning sun.
