High above the chaos, the grandstands buzzed with excitement. Spectators leaned forward, students and common folk from the city of Cindralock cheered alike for the eight players about to face off.
Some whispered about the massive serpent with their voice tangled with awe and confusion, while others shouted encouragements for their favourite team. The air crackled with anticipation, every eye locked on the platform where the fate of the match hung in the balance.
In the VIP section, perched at the highest tier of the arena, Chancellor Hans Wagner sat with his arms crossed, his piercing grey eyes fixed on the unfolding battle.
