The sun hung high over the Overlords Academy, casting long, sharp shadows across the Grand Arena. Fifty thousand spectators held their breath. The air was thick enough to choke on, saturated with the mana of thousands of mages, warriors, and nobles waiting for the climax of the century.
This was it. The Finals.
On one side stood Valeria. She was no longer just the promising knight from the entrance exam. She was a golden statue of war. Her silver plate armor hummed with a resonance that vibrated in the teeth of those in the front row. Her claymore, [Justicar's Verdict], rested on her shoulder, looking as light as a feather.
On the other side stood Alvian. The Anomaly. The Godslayer. Clad in the [Vestments of the Void Monarch], he looked like a tear in the fabric of the world. Darkness and frost coiled around his limbs. He held the [Lance of the Void Winter] loosely, the tip hovering inches above the ground.
[System Announcement: The Grand Finals!]
