He moved through the crowd with purposeful strides, his boots kicking up faint dust from the packed earth, the scent of sweat and anticipation thick in the air.
Internal thoughts swirled in his mind: opportunities hidden in the chaos, ways to exploit the event for his larger goals.
"Welcome, everyone here willing to take part in the military assessment," Nick addressed the participants, standing on a flying podium made exclusively for him.
The platform hovered gracefully above the arena, gleaming with polished metal and embedded runes that hummed faintly with levitation magic.
His voice boomed through amplifiers, echoing off the high walls, commanding attention from the sea of faces below.
"Of course, this military assessment isn't just for the sake of it, but it has a purpose," Nick continued, his posture straight and authoritative, uniform crisp under the bright lights.
