The morning sun had barely risen, casting a golden glow across the city of Valoria. At the Soaring Dragons Pavilion, the representatives of the Pacesetters Academy gathered, each one exuding an air of anticipation. The soft hum of conversation filled the courtyard as they prepared to depart for their respective coliseums. The day they had been training for had finally arrived—the first stage of the Battle Convention.
Kaelen stood at the forefront of his group, his hand resting lightly on the hilt of his sheathed blade. Beside him were the Mysterious Swordsman, cloaked as always, his aura unreadable; the Dark Prince, whose crimson eyes gleamed with a quiet menace; Eldric, who wore a confident smirk, ready to showcase his lightning prowess; Charlotte, calm and composed as ever; and Ethan, who seems to be going in and out of the shadows.
They were the group bound for the Northern Wind Spire Coliseum, the battleground for melee combatants.