Fight For Your Future
Mistshore Village was abuzz with the kind of energy that precedes grand spectacles.
A crowd, vast and vibrant, thronged the sandy banks, where not only the Naiadon Tribe and the Umbralfiends had come together, but people from around the kingdom were present, forming an uneasy alliance of spectators.
The murmurs of anticipation swirled with the sea breeze, as commoners and creatures alike jostled for a view of the impending clash.
Rumors flitted through the crowd like sparrows at dusk – some whispered of the duel as a display of the consort's newly-won prowess, others speculated it as a power play by the aggrieved Umbralfiends, a challenge to the Bloodburn throne's pride and might.
The Bloodburn citizens stood with their backs straight and chins lifted, their gazes locked with the dark, brooding eyes of the Umbralfiends across the divide.