The Summit

The next morning, a golden haze painted the sky, heralding another day of high anticipation. A richly ornate horn echoed through the surroundings, summoning the guests back to the temple arena. Among the gathering was Emery, who seamlessly slipped into his role: the Britannia knight and noble, Abe Fantumar. With practiced ease, he cast his spell, masking his overwhelming might, leaving behind only the impression of an ordinary Sky Realm power signature.

As the Britannian delegation gracefully entered the arena's arches, a realization struck them. The vast expanse, which yesterday was teeming with 200 attendees, now held significantly fewer guests. Quick calculations estimated the number at around 150. This unforeseen reduction was evident, and soon enough, the air was rife with whispered speculations and furtive glances, as many pondered over the missing 50.