From all across the region close to Demadur and Meniras, players ran outside.
They gazed at the sky with awe in their eyes. Many were fearful, others wary. Some were eager.
Among these latter players, Midas was one of them.
He grinned, his eyes still wide with shock.
'Amazing... I can finally test out whether or not I have a chance at this game.' He thought to himself, excitement quickly growing. He had full belief in himself, but this concept still intrigued him.
Midas believed that having faith in himself to be the victory was a necessary trait one must have before even beginning to participate in the game.
Still, having real confirmation of his skill tested against others wasn't scary, but rather exhilarating!
"A peninsula has been chosen! One at the bottom foot of Meniras, the guardian state. For what has it been chosen exactly? Well... an event, you see. A tournament. A competition amongst Players!" The words on the screen read.
Midas could feel his eagerness growing.
