Preparing For The Tournament

All that remained was a wasteland,

the aftermath of a brutal Ether fight.

Past buildings were destroyed, their parts littering the ground.

Right now, Sol stood at the gate of the Oriental Ether Sect located near the center of Glory Haven.

A large Gorth stood in front of Sol, battered and bruised.

The Gorth had long brown hair that wouldn't hesitate to touch the floor if it was not put into a thick braid.

"I... still won't allow you to take my pride away from me." The Gorth said in a low tone. Its language was plain Glorian.

Sol looked behind the Gorth, at its Mercenary Sect which was in ruins after Sol waged war on it with Levi, Nero, and Kennan.

"You shouldn't have fought against me, Gorth." Sol retorted, seemingly heartless.

"And do what instead!?" The Gorth raised his voice: "Let my sect be destroyed without a fight!?"