Rasmus and Aris walked into the mega building and looked at the free spot in the spectator's seat. There were thousands of people in the spectator's seat and there were another thousand outside the building. They didn't expect it to be this crowded, but it was enough to say that the tournament would be the best entertainment that people could ask for.
"People from around the world are coming here to watch..." Rasmus said as he fixed his hood to keep his hair hidden and sat on the bench.
"Heard there are three favorite contestants that the people are rooting for. The Black Sword, The Silver Hair, and The Flame Fists," Aris sat down beside Rasmus as she looked around.
"Silver Hair?" Rasmus raised his brows, surprised by the name.
"Hmm, I heard he's an old man. I don't think he's an Orthias because we don't age at all..." Aris answered under her breath as she stared at a person in a white robe on the other side of the arena with an immense amount of Mana around them.
