Morning arrived far sooner than anyone would have liked.
The sun had barely risen above the horizon before the capital of Lechia was already alive.
Entire streets leading toward the Grand Arena were packed with people.
Citizens poured in from every district of the city.
Merchants abandoned their stalls.
Farmers left their fields.
Soldiers on leave joined the crowds.
Even nobles who normally avoided public gatherings could be seen arriving in elaborate carriages.
Today was no ordinary spectacle.
Today was a Trial by Combat.
An ancient judgment.
A sacred duel.
A battle that would decide whether a traitor prince lived or died.
The Grand Arena itself was overflowing.
The colossal structure had been packed long before the official start.
Every seat was occupied.
Every balcony filled.
Thousands upon thousands of people filled the stands.
The noise was deafening.
Some chanted Xavier's name.
Others cursed Khan.
Many discussed how quickly the battle would end.
