The tournament grounds for challenger division battles were a level up from arenas for other divisions.
It was as if the developers had gone all in, putting more effort into developing this arena.
Colossal floating platforms hovered in a sky that pulsed with aurora-colored light. A vast coliseum sat atop the central disc.
Thousands of players gathered in the audience.
"Welcome, chosen ones!" boomed a voice that seemed to come from the heavens.
It belonged to Archon Veylin, the silver-robed overseer NPC of the tournament.
His projection stood a hundred feet tall over the arena, arms spread, radiant eyes sweeping across the competitors gathered below on their designated starting platforms. "You stand on the edge of war, not the war of realms, but the war of ambition. You have crawled through blood, fire, and betrayal to stand here. Now, it is time to decide who stands on top of the throne. Which otherworlder will gain the title of True Champion?"
