Two weeks had passed since our return to Zephara's castle, and the preparations for the upcoming magic tournament were well underway. The castle buzzed with activity as mages and warriors from across the demon realm gathered to compete in what promised to be the most challenging tournament in recent memory.
As I made my way through the bustling courtyard, I couldn't help but marvel at the sheer scope of the preparations. Tents had been erected to accommodate the influx of competitors, while practice arenas had been set up to allow participants to hone their skills before the tournament began.
Zephara herself was deeply involved in the preparations, overseeing every aspect of the tournament with a keen eye for detail. She moved with a grace and poise that commanded respect, her presence instilling a sense of confidence in all who served under her.