The day had been long, but as the sun dipped below the horizon, the anticipation in the air only grew thicker. The Kingdom of Yorg buzzed with excitement, the streets packed with people making their way toward the Tournament of Chosens arena.
This was the beginning of the preliminary rounds, the first stage of the most prestigious tournament in the Hazorh Empire.
Competitors from all over had gathered in hopes of advancing to the main event held in the Kingdom of Hazorh, where only the strongest and most skilled would earn a chance to stand before the king himself.
Inside the arena, the air was electric. The stone bleachers were filled with spectators, some cheering, others placing bets on their favorite fighters. Torches lined the walls, casting flickering light across the expansive battleground. The contestants sat in a row on one side of the arena, waiting for their turns to fight.
