Preperation Rites

As they approached Court 13, Ty couldn't help but seek confirmation, though the answer was clear. "So I guess this is where we are meant to stay?"

Kern, walking ahead with a touch of sarcasm, responded without turning back. "Well, can't you read? It says 13, so of course it's the right one." As he stepped into the court, a strange sensation bubbled up within him. He halted, placing a hand over his chest to discern what felt off.

"What the hell," he muttered, his confusion evident.

Rosana, following closely behind, felt it too. Her ears perked up as she gripped her chest, looking around in bewilderment. "Oh, I have that weird feeling that I just stepped in a bubble also. What is this?"

As Ty, John, and Gisorn entered, they each acknowledged feeling the same bizarre effect, a consensus that was interrupted by a loud slam noise echoing from across the courtyard, about 50 feet from the entrance.