ONLINE: Blades of Eternity-Chapter 204: THE GRAND REVEAL OF THE PARTICIPANTS

The coliseum buzzed with anticipation as Sebastian, standing high on his platform, adjusted his pristine coat and tapped his ornate cane lightly on the ground. His voice, amplified by unseen magic, rang through the massive arena like a bell.

"Distinguished guests, esteemed participants, and all gathered here to witness history, we now turn our attention to the heart of this grand occasion. I present to you the first group of contenders for this year’s legendary Battle Convention!"

The audience roared in excitement, the ground trembling beneath the weight of the collective energy. Sebastian raised a gloved hand, commanding silence, before continuing.

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"To represent the mighty kingdom of Valoria, the Royal Family itself takes the stage, with none other than the Chosen of the Throne leading their ranks—Aric Alexandria!"

At his words, the coliseum fell into a hushed awe. From one of the grand entrances, a burst of golden light erupted, shimmering like sunlight on polished armor. Out stepped Aric Alexandria, his presence commanding the attention of every soul present.

"Look! It’s Aric!!"

"Ahh, he is so dashing!!"

"How I wish I could just lay with him for a night..."

"Bah!! An ugly duckling like you!? Keep dreaming!"

"Look at the weapon at his back, isn’t that his blade of dawn!?"

Aric, a striking figure with jet-black hair streaked with gold, wore intricately designed battle armor bearing the royal insignia of Valoria. His sharp eyes scanned the crowd, filled with an intensity that sent shivers down spines. Strapped across his back was the Blade of Dawn, a weapon known for its devastating light-based magic.

Behind him marched the rest of the royal contenders, each clad in their own gleaming armor and bearing weapons that radiated power. Their disciplined formation exuded authority and strength.

As Aric approached the center of the arena, he paused, his expression neutral yet exuding unshakable confidence. He raised his hand in a small gesture, and the crowd erupted into deafening cheers, chanting his name.

"Aric!!"

"Aric!!"

"Aric!!!"

Sebastian continued, his voice cutting through the noise. "Aric Alexandria, the illegitimate son of Alexandria the Great, has carved his own legend, earning his place as the chosen seed of Valoria. A warrior of unparalleled skill, his presence alone guarantees a battle for the ages!"

In the VIP section, Alexandria the Great’s face remained impassive, but there was a flicker of acknowledgment in his eyes. The Crown Prince Lysander, seated nearby, tightened his grip on the armrest, his gaze unreadable. Alden, on the other hand, wore a sly smirk, his eyes gleaming with curiosity.

Aric stood tall, his presence radiating an aura of dominance as he scanned the vast sea of spectators. His lips curled into the faintest hint of a smirk, as if silently daring the other participants yet to be revealed.

Sebastian gestured toward Aric, his cane sparkling in the sunlight. "Behold the pride of Valoria! A name that will echo through the annals of history! Let us all welcome Aric Alexandria and the royal contingent of this great kingdom!"

The crowd’s cheers intensified, the energy in the arena reaching a fever pitch as Aric and his entourage took their designated places, their movements fluid and precise.

Sebastian, ever the showman, took a step back and raised his arms theatrically. "And now, dear audience, prepare yourselves for the next wave of warriors who dare to challenge destiny!’’

"The time has come to welcome another illustrious house whose legacy is etched in the annals of history! A family whose brilliance rivals the stars themselves—the mighty Lucent Family!"

The crowd stirred, whispers spreading like wildfire. The Lucent Family was renowned across the kingdoms, their influence extending far beyond politics into the mystical arts and the sciences of light magic.

Suddenly, a radiant golden light poured into the coliseum from another grand entrance, capturing the eyes of everyone in attendance. From within the light, a figure stepped forward, her golden hair shimmering like spun sunlight under the radiance.

Leading the Lucent delegation was a young woman with an ethereal beauty and an aura of command that silenced the entire arena. Her piercing blue eyes scanned the crowd, their intensity enough to make even the boldest onlooker avert their gaze. She wore an intricately designed battle dress of white and gold, accented with gemstones that pulsed faintly with stored magic. At her side hung a crystalline rapier, glinting dangerously in the light.

"Allow me to introduce the leader of the Lucent Family’s contingent," Sebastian proclaimed, his voice filled with admiration. "The heiress of light and brilliance—Lady Vivienne Lucent!"

Vivienne stepped forward with a graceful confidence, her every movement exuding elegance and strength. Behind her followed the rest of the Lucent delegation, their attire and weapons reflecting their family’s mastery of light magic. The team members moved with synchronized precision, their faces calm yet determined.

As Vivienne approached the center of the arena, she stopped just beside Aric Alexandria and his royal entourage. Her expression remained serene, but her eyes briefly locked with Aric’s, a subtle yet unmistakable challenge exchanged between the two leaders.

Sebastian continued his introduction, his voice weaving a narrative of grandeur. "The Lucent Family stands as a beacon of light in the human territories, their mastery of the luminous arts unmatched across the realms. Lady Vivienne herself is known as the Radiant Vanguard, a prodigy whose command of light magic has left even the most seasoned mages in awe."

The crowd erupted into cheers and applause, the name "Vivienne Lucent" echoing across the massive coliseum.

In the VIP section, Alexandria the Great observed Vivienne with a measured gaze, his expression unreadable. The First Magi, seated a few seats away, allowed himself a small nod of approval, while the Dragonyx patriarch smirked, clearly entertained by the pomp and circumstance.

Vivienne finally raised her hand, her fingers glowing faintly with light magic, which formed into an intricate pattern above her. The magical symbol pulsed once, sending out a harmless yet blinding flash that momentarily lit up the entire arena.

The crowd gasped in awe before breaking into thunderous applause. Vivienne smiled faintly, a gesture more of acknowledgment than boastfulness, before leading her team to their designated position beside the royal delegation.

Sebastian, now standing proudly in the center once more, gestured grandly toward Vivienne and her team. "Let us all welcome the Lucent Family, whose radiance shall undoubtedly illuminate this grand stage!"

The cheers reached another crescendo, the atmosphere thick with anticipation as the crowd eagerly awaited the next announcement. Sebastian, with a dramatic pause, turned back to the audience, his cane sparkling under the coliseum lights. "And now, dear friends, prepare yourselves for the next illustrious participants who dare to claim their place among legends!"

Sebastian allowed the excitement from the Lucent Family’s entrance to simmer before raising his hand once more. The crowd fell silent, their anticipation palpable. "Ladies and gentlemen," he began, his voice ringing across the vast coliseum, "prepare yourselves for the unyielding fortress of the human territories—the clan whose mastery over metal magic has forged legends. I give you... the Ferrum Clan!"

A deep rumble resonated through the coliseum as the ground beneath one of the entrances trembled slightly. From the shadows, a hulking figure emerged, his every step echoing like a hammer against an anvil.

The man leading the Ferrum Clan was a giant of a human, standing well over seven feet tall. His body was clad in heavy armor that gleamed with a silvery sheen, etched with intricate runes that pulsed faintly with power. In his hands, he carried an enormous war hammer, its head larger than most shields. The weapon looked as though it could crush mountains, and the aura it exuded made even seasoned warriors in the crowd shiver.

"Taking the lead for the Ferrum Clan," Sebastian announced, his voice tinged with admiration and just a hint of trepidation, "is none other than Magnus Ferrum, the Titan of Iron! A man whose unbreakable defense and overwhelming strength have earned him a place in the annals of history."

Behind Magnus, a group of Ferrum Clan warriors marched in formation, their movements precise and heavy. Each carried weapons made of gleaming metal, uniquely designed for both offense and defense. Their armor was no less impressive, a testament to their unparalleled craftsmanship and mastery of metal magic.

The crowd erupted into cheers and gasps as Magnus entered the arena. His presence alone seemed to weigh down the air, his intimidating aura causing many spectators to shrink back in their seats.

Magnus stopped at the center of the stage, his piercing eyes scanning the audience briefly before locking onto the other teams already present. His gaze lingered on Aric Alexandria and Vivienne Lucent, as if measuring them up.

Aric met Magnus’s stare with an unwavering calm, his posture relaxed yet brimming with confidence. The faint smirk on his face spoke volumes: You don’t intimidate me.

Vivienne, standing beside Aric, didn’t flinch either. Her piercing blue eyes held Magnus’s gaze for a moment before dismissively flicking away, as though he were beneath her notice.

Sebastian, ever the showman, gestured grandly toward Magnus and his team. "The Ferrum Clan, renowned for their Unbreakable Defense and unmatched fortitude, will now take their place among the champions of this grand convention!"

Magnus hefted his hammer onto his shoulder with one hand, the movement alone causing the stage beneath him to creak. He led his team toward their position on the platform, standing beside the Lucent Family with an imposing presence that radiated raw power.

The crowd’s reaction was mixed. While many cheered in awe of the Ferrum Clan’s might, others whispered nervously, speculating on how their unyielding strength would fare against the elegance of the Lucents or the overwhelming aura of the royal delegation.

As Magnus and his team settled into their place, Sebastian stepped forward again, a sly smile on his face. "And now, my dear audience, prepare yourselves for the next illustrious participants! The stage of legends awaits its next contenders!"

The coliseum erupted into renewed cheers, the anticipation for the next group mounting as Sebastian prepared for yet another grand introduction.