The grand Crono Academy arena, a marvel of architecture and magical engineering, stood as a testament to the institution's prestige. This time, unlike the chaotic scene from earlier confrontations, the massive colosseum-like structure displayed perfect order. Thousands of students filled the tiered seating in neat rows, their academy uniforms creating a tapestry of colors against the white marble backdrop. The afternoon sun streamed through the enchanted ceiling, casting a warm glow across the gathered crowd.
Despite the orderly seating, the air buzzed with excited conversations, whispers and theories bouncing between spectators like lightning in a storm cloud. Snippets of discussions floated through the arena, creating a symphony of speculation and gossip.
"Did you hear? The Rothschild family patriarch fought General Autumn at the border," a senior student whispered dramatically to his companions.
