The next day came swiftly and soon, the matters of last night seemed fleeting and unreachable. Almost as though the world had stepped across a barrier together and was now facing off against a fork in the road, even the crowd itself was more silent than usual.
The arena was swirling with Mana, strong fluctuations keeping a fluttering portal open. As the groups came together, facing off against the portal, they grew more solemn.
The final round had always been the same throughout the years. It brought the two streams together for a true collision.
The eight participants of each Empire would form a collective group and each would be given a fortress and 1,000 puppets. At that point, the goal was obvious.
Use the puppets to fight a bloody five-directional war and come out on top.
