A man, born from dirt, grew to face off the omnipotent.
There are sixteen stages but all eyes were looking at the stage where a representative from a small Unian Clan stood.
"No one?" the Gadan City Mayor looked at Anya.
She looked at Ayensi, hoping he would come up since it would break the rule if she stepped up.
"If no one from your faction steps up, we will have to disqualify you after thirty seconds."
The Mealma Representatives all looked at each other. Their eyes were saying one thing.
'I don't know how to wield a weapon!'
The mayor began counting with beads of sweat gliding on his face. He is part of the Mealma Empire! However, he should show no bias.
"Ten seconds remaining..."
"5..."
"4..."
"3..."
"2-"
"Stop counting, I'm already here."
A voice of a girl suddenly took the attention of many. Hidden under a cloak, she raised her hand to gain attention.
Her voice took many eyes on her.
Many wondered who she was or how did she get there?