The arena was packed once again, with the audience excited and full of anticipation. The roar of the crowd echoed throughout the structure as the Kings and Queens took their places in a raised room, on imposing thrones that reflected the power of their kingdoms. Each throne was decorated according to the symbol and culture of its respective kingdom, emanating majesty and authority.
Orion, seated on the central throne, wore a black robe with red accents. His gaze was serious but attentive, fixed on the young men who stood in the center of the arena. Beside him, Queen Lisa of the Formation Kingdom watched with a slightly bored expression, but occasionally cast appraising glances at a few competitors who caught her eye.
Queen Astria of the Heavenly Ice Kingdom maintained her rigid posture, her icy gaze sweeping the arena as if assessing who would be worthy of her high standards.
Lisa broke the silence, joking:
