The Preliminary Finals

The sun had just peaked, casting its golden rays over the arena, and the third and final round of the tournament loomed ahead. This round would decide the four warriors who would represent Yorg in the imperial city, standing tall among the chosen from across the Hazorh Empire.

Anticipation crackled in the air as the remaining eight participants were given a moment to rest, and the healers provided by the Wanderers Order busied themselves attending to those who had sustained injuries in the previous rounds.

Turai, who had emerged from the last round unscathed, looked out over the bustling arena. Although his body was ready for the final battle, his mind sought a moment of calm. He had three hours before the next round, and he decided it was time to step away from the noise.