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The Nognes family had run countless simulations, using consoles and holograms to understand the impending mess better. It multiplied its workforce, prepared suitable areas and equipment, and even exceeded what the software suggested, but no artificial picture could compare to the actual event.

Khan watched everything unfold from a remote spot in the sky. His position allowed him to inspect most of the quadrant, but his eyes weren't good enough to study such distant details. However, the symphony compensated for them, even explaining the most minute events.

The massive encampment and the two Embassies had been kept away from the mess, but everything else had transformed to serve the tournament.

The finally finished arena acted as the beating heart of a new life form. Vast metal roads stretched from it, reaching other locations prepared for the occasion. Soldiers and shops filled them, reminding Khan of Milia 222's upper floors.