The sun lazily hung over the sky, having expended half its energy for the day.
Yet, the heavenly canvas where it rested was vibrant, teeming with life and noise as fireworks exploded, heralding the beginning of a mundane event.
Hal, meanwhile, walked steadily to the Azmarin Public Square, his identity hidden behind a jester mask.
Arcanist Joker shall attempt to make a name for himself today.
Of course, it wasn't only him.
There are three or four others like him in the very street he was walking on, all hiding behind the safety of their masks and aliases while hoping to upset the renowned apprentices.
Soon, they arrived at the square, and Hal was awe-struck.
He had been quite used to the grandness of the cities as of late.
Yet, Hal was still taken aback by the sheer vastness of the square.
