The Northern Wind Spire Coliseum buzzed with quiet tension as the participants waited solemnly in the designated area. The cold air seemed sharper within these walls, cutting through any lingering nerves as combatants stood, eyes forward, their expressions hardened with focus.
Kaelen and his comrades stood together, a unified front amid the sea of competitors. The Mysterious Swordsman, ever silent, leaned against a stone pillar with his arms crossed, his gaze unreadable. Eldric scanned the room with faint disdain, while Ethan fidgeted slightly but kept his eyes locked on the entrance to the arena. Charlotte's brow was furrowed in deep concentration, and the Dark Prince stood stoically beside her, his sharp presence intimidating nearby participants.