LXVIII
There were nearly a thousand participants left, each of them in the Ancestral realm.
Grain had just arrived to watch the tournament, resulting in an air of anticipation permeating throughout the coliseum.
The Armistice had gathered essentially every powerful member of the known world, many of them wanting a shot at the WolfGod themselves.
Another day of rounds passed, leaving only five hundred participants, who were quickly brought down to one hundred in a matter of hours.
The closer to the main event, the harder the participants fought. You could tell everyone of them were here for their chance at a better life. Some of them that failed, would be offered jobs and positions in the military.
There were also private organization owners scouring for new employees at the tournament. It had essentially turned in to the best place to show off your power, in hopes of landing a position with an organization or the new military.