The day of the Coldwind City Championship dawned with crisp wind and cloudless skies.
From early morning, the streets were already filled with bustle.
Market stalls overflowed with food and trinkets, street performers gathered crowds at every corner, and merchant caravans from outlying towns poured into the city gates.
Coldwind City, second in influence only to Snowveil City within the Eastern Region had become the epicenter of anticipation.
The tournament was more than just a contest between juniors.
It was a stage of power.
And so, to triumph in Coldwind was to send ripples across the Eastern Region itself.
A symbol of which family's light would shine brightest for the coming year.
Representatives from nearby villages and subordinate towns made their way toward the Coldwind City Arena, eager to witness the spectacle.
At the main entrance, flags of various families flapped proudly in the wind.