The air hummed with excitement.
It was both stronger and more substantial than the anticipation which had swept through the Sanctuary two weeks prior. The droning sound was especially prevalent inside the Territory of Wind, as a vast, almost endless procession travelled towards the arena towering above them in the distance.
In this busy crowd of mundane civilians, awakened Mages, Paladins, and other individuals, a sea of colour undulated, ebbing and flowing like the waves within the Haunted Archipelago. Some wore garments of red, green, brown or icy blue - delineating which Territory they were from, and which one they hoped would come out the victor.
