As the final rankings were about to begin, a hush fell over the massive arena.
The anticipation was thick in the air as the crowd watched with bated breath.
Before the true battles for placement could commence, a special baptism was to take place—one that would determine the fate and fortune of the top twenty.
From the highest seat in the arena, a powerful elder, dressed in ancient robes embroidered with golden runes, floated forward. His long white beard swayed in the breeze, and his piercing eyes surveyed the gathered geniuses with quiet authority. He lifted his hand, and instantly, a brilliant formation activated at the center of the arena.
