"""SEVEN!"""
The roar didn't just vibrate within the stone walls of the coliseum; it rippled outward across the entirety of the capital.
The Adventurer's Guild, where hundreds of mercenaries, rugged vanguard fighters, and veterans slammed their mugs of ale onto the wooden tables. They threw their fists into the air, screaming the number on the massive projection hovering over the guild's central hall.
"""SIX!"""
Down at Eldoria's sprawling city square, thousands of citizens who couldn't secure a ticket to the main event stood shoulder-to-shoulder, packing the plaza to its fullest capacity. Craning their necks upward, their eyes reflecting the massive holographic screens casting a warm light over the fountains.
"""FIVE!""" The Triceans of the northern arena stands roared.
"""FOUR!""" The Myrians of the eastern stands roared.
"""THREE!""" The Eldorians of the southern stands roared.
""TWO!""
