CHLORENDIA
The morning air was thick with anticipation. The kind of tension that clung to your skin, prickling at your senses, as if the world itself was holding its breath.
Today was the day. The tournament.
I stood at the balcony overlooking the grand arena, my hands gripping the cool stone railing as I took it all in. The vast field below had been transformed overnight. Wooden stands wrapped around the perimeter, already packed with spectators—warriors, Beta's, Gamma's—eager to witness the spectacle. Flags bearing the sigils of different packs flapped violently against the wind, their bold colors stark against the gray morning sky.
It was perfect.
The tournament was my responsibility. My first true test of competence. And I had made sure that every last detail was flawless.
"Lady Chlorendia." A voice behind me pulled me from my thoughts. I turned to see one of the tournament officials bowing slightly. "Everything is set. The matches will begin soon."
