"Contestants!" The old man shouted, causing the crowd to once again turn silent and watch with a rising animation as the old man raised both his hands in the air.
Giving it a couple of seconds to get the crowd to calm down, the old man stepped back, to the side of the twisting dark portal. Then, he looked to the side, where the 4 groups were stationed.
"Get your bearings ready, calm your nerves and step up! The moment has come. You will step through this gate and begin your journey to bring glory to your Pillar, and claim victory in his or her name!" He exclaimed, flashing a thin smile. His old, shifty eyes gleamed over at his own group for a brief moment, meeting with a rough-looking short, brown-haired man at the front. The man reached for his small mustache, twirling its right end, as a crooked smirk together with a meaningful glint flashed across his face. He nodded, then raised his right hand above his shoulders.