The warm evening sun had halfway set over the horizon, casting a proper golden hue over the courtyard of the church orphanage.
Inside the main lobby, a large group of young orphans sat clustered around a recording tag sitting on a wooden side table. The voice of the commentator, Ken, boomed through the device with his signature dramatic flair.
["LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! IF PRINCESS KIANA SECURES A VICTORY IN THIS NEXT MATCH AGAINST MYRIA'S LAST STANDING REPRESENTATIVE, LIANG WEI, THE ELDORIA WILL OFFICIALLY CLAIM VICTORY IN TODAY'S GAUNTLET!"]
"Go Princess Kiana!"
"Beat him up! Beat up Lang Wee!"
"It's Liang Wei, doofus!"
Meanwhile, out by the open front gates of the orphanage, the atmosphere was considerably calmer and more heartfelt.
Kurt stood on the cobblestone path beside Maggie, Tristan, and Rupee.
