Four
The Ember Clan Capital City was blossoming. What once was a city made purely of elites suddenly gained several more in just the span of a few days. Just for this occasion, the city had pushed past its usual occupancy cap, allowing several more thousand in.
The tournament arena looked nothing like it had for the Wild Card Tournament. There was not a single seat that wasn't filled. In fact, even that wasn't entirely correct because there wasn't a single person who actually sat down. From end to end, thousands of individuals were on their feet, looking down toward the numerous platforms with gazes filled with excitement.
At the forefront of it all, thirty-two youths stood with the backs straight and smiles full of pride. Of all the geniuses of the entire Pedestal Plane, only these thirty-two were worthy to stand here, they were the absolute best of the best.