Anticipation

The Annual Convention—what most aspiring individuals awaited every year—was finally here. It was the event where those who sought recognition gathered, hoping to make a mark. Naturally, prominent figures of society attended, but what was this event really about?

Held in Central Land, the heart of the mirrored world, it was no surprise the area was always packed to its brim during this time.

Standing at the entrance of the walled grounds, Zarael arrived alongside a few people from her village, having traveled straight to the convention.

It was all about Blessings. And for this, she had prepared meticulously. Her presentation, she was confident, would make her stand out in the crowd. Among the countless travelers present, she believed she could rise above them all.

"Hey… isn't that the top traveler, Zarael Winterfield?"

"Yes… I heard she came to claim the title of the first master among travelers."