The people inside this grand arena weren’t just any old no-name individuals.

They were the owners of the largest firms and banks across the continent.

The CEOs of the biggest businesses and the owners of the largest markets.

Great merchants, medicinal experts, cultivators, and more.

Royals and nobles flooded the area, making themselves at home with whomever their status aligned to.

Naturally, existing hierarchies from the past were falling perfectly into place.

Everyone knew who to talk to, and they also understood not to mingle with anyone else.

Some, however, broke these barriers.

They began to create new groups, making more levels in this complicated hierarchy of social status.

Despite all of these mind games, all eyes were restlessly focused on a single person in this room.

Mighty or unknown, no person dared to look away from Julius Vell Storm when he stood to speak.

“This is an event that marks a great accomplishment in the history of our beloved continent, Ainsveld.

As I am sure you have all heard by now, the Black Merchant Guild has been eliminated,” Julius boldly said, causing murmurs and whispers of awe and impression to calmly ripple through the crowd.

As Julius’ voice sounded again, everyone quieted down in respect.

“The person who contributed to this achievement the most was none other than a young man of this very continent, Tyr Evolion.”

A short burst of cheers sounded.

“As of right now, Tyr and his Hunter Squad, Judgement, are steady in their travels to this event.” He paused.

The crowd whispered amongst each other with varied emotions.

“He isn’t already here?”

“That’s a bit disrespectful… no?”

“Oh… he will be here soon, I hope.”

“Who does he think he is!? I gave up one of the most important meetings of my life to be here…”

“I doubt he will get punished either… the event is thrown in his honor after all.”

Most of the backlash was quite negative.

Those who had rushed to this sudden event were important figures, after all, who had sacrificed quite a lot to come here.

“This event will only formally begin upon Tyr Evolion’s arrival.

But, of course, for us, it has already begun.”

He smiled with charm.

The arena broke out into a light hum of laughter.

“Until Tyr arrives, however, I would like to honor his origins.

He hails from the small yet prominent Dynasty of Series!”

On announcing this, a cheer sounded through the arena as a row of individuals near the center stage stood up.

In their mix was a bearded man no older than 45, his hair a rich brown color.

He wore red and white robes, had a beautiful silver crown on his head, and also had a large red cloak attached to his back.

With a smile, he turned and waved to the crowd around him.

As he and his group sat down, he spoke to them under his breath, “Never did I think I would get flowers for something I am not involved with whatsoever…”

The people in his row chuckled upon hearing this.

“I’ve never even met the boy myself… I can’t imagine how he managed to complete the gargantuan task.”

As the king of Series said this, a young girl next to him tugged on his robe.

“The task of taking down the Black Merchant Guild?” she asked in a soft and high-pitched voice.

The king turned to face her with a kind expression, patting her head.

“No, honey.

The gargantuan task of finding their base…”

People stopped their chatter as Julius spoke again:

“Now… while we wait for Tyr, the entertainment will begin.”

With a smile, Julius stood for the arena as they erupted into applause and cheer.

After a few seconds, he sat down, the cheers still roaring on.

When he sat down, he stopped smiling and glanced over at Augustus Cloud Maximillion XII, Emperor of Rock Saelfine.

Augustus smirked, snapping his fingers.

As he did this, a small group of white-robed mages to the side of the stage lifted their hands.

The thrones of the five emperors were slid across the stage all the way to the back, as if gliding over water.

Now, over 50 by 50 feet of free space was left on the stage before them, available for all the crowd to see.

“Let us see what all of the Empires have brought for us to see…” Augustus spoke, his voice a mix of posh elegance and pompous arrogance.

The crowd cheered for a moment before Augustus continued:

“First, we will see what the artistical talents of Edenharl Garden have to show us.”

A group of four tall, lanky elves with pale skin and pristine white and light-green robes made their way to the stage.

As they did, a few figures who were new to such large events questioned their freshly made friends:

“Entertainment? Is that what Emperor Augustus said?”

“Yes,” a man beside him answered.

“It is tradition that all empires show their artistic talents on the continental stage.

Artists from each continent work tirelessly to create impressive artwork and even have tournaments to see who will represent their empire on this very stage…”

“Ahh… I see.

I guess this is going to be quite the show then.”

He eagerly chuckled.

As the crowd settled into a hushed anticipation, the four elves took their positions on the stage.

With a wave of each of their hands, various instruments created from natural plants grew out and materialized from the ground.

The elves began to play their natural instruments.

The lead elf, with cascading silver hair, lifted a bamboo flute to her lips.

As she blew into it, a soft, melodious sound floated through the air, reminiscent of a gentle breeze rustling through the leaves.

The second elf, tall and graceful, struck a large drum crafted from a hollowed log, its surface adorned with intricate carvings of forest creatures.

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With each beat, the drum echoed like the heartbeat of the forest, deep and resonant, sending vibrations rippling through the floor of the arena.

As the third elf joined in, he played a stringed instrument made of plant fibers, plucking its strings with delicate precision.

The notes danced like sunlight filtering through the canopy of trees, adding a layer of warmth to the melody.

The final elf, adorned with vines woven into his hair, raised his hands to the sky.

He closed his eyes, channeling the ambient sounds of nature.

With a gentle motion, he conjured the sounds of chirping birds and the gentle gurgle of a nearby stream.

The arena filled with the illusion of a serene forest, where nature thrived in perfect harmony.

As the performance unfolded, the elves began to weave their melodies into a narrative, depicting the beauty of their homeland.

The music told the tale of the ancient trees that stood watch over the land, of crystal-clear rivers that flowed with life, and of the vibrant flora and fauna that danced in the wind.

Suddenly, in a brilliant display of magic, the fourth elf summoned shimmering lights that danced above the stage, illuminating the arena in a dazzling array of colors.

As the final note resonated through the arena, a moment of silence enveloped the crowd, hearts racing in exhilaration.

Then, a wave of applause erupted, echoing through the grand hall like a gentle rain on leaves.

Cheers and gasps of admiration filled the air, with many audience members on their feet, captivated by the experience they had just witnessed.

The lead elf smiled, her eyes sparkling with joy.

“Thank you, honored guests, for sharing in our song.

May the music of nature forever resonate within your hearts.”

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