~Laurent
The day was finally here.
The Tournament of Systems — the event the academy had been whispering about ever since the director mentioned it— had come to life in full colour.
The air around the arena was thick with excitement and magic, like every breath had been charged with mana. From my seat, I could see the entire stage spread out below — a perfect circle of polished stone layered with shimmering wards, built to withstand anything short of divine intervention.
Every system had taken its place.
The Celestials gleamed like miniature suns, their black uniforms trimmed with gold that caught the light every time they moved. Even their arrogance seemed to shine. The Arcanists were all precision — black robes lined with silver runes that pulsed faintly as if breathing with them. T
