It was another blessed day of existence for the human race, especially for those living in Gaora City, the second-most developed city in the Arcanum Imperium.
The eternal empire's banners hung neatly on dedicated poles planted along the roads, and posters were being pasted on bulletin boards scattered throughout the city.
A vibrant atmosphere filled the air as people of all kinds, including mundane citizens, wizards, and a lot of visitors, talked excitedly about the upcoming event.
The Arcana Primis Cup's Main Tournament would be happening in a few days, and talented, well-known young wizards from all over the Imperium were gathering in the city.
And of course, the streets are talking…
"Hahahaha, I love the week before the Arcana Primis Cup! Wakes up my entire being and colors my gray routine, you know?"
