Alistair stared at his opponents solemnly.
The storm above was slowly dissipating, its fury dying, replaced by pockets of clear azure as the heavens returned to normal. Beams of sunlight pierced through the dark clouds, casting areas into light and shadow, respectively.
The hum of magic still lingered in the air, a sign that the ground had just recently been reconstructed. The previous clash must have been quite a fight - unfortunately, Alistair and his team had missed it, busy preparing for their upcoming bout in the changing room.
By the time the Tournament steward had come to escort them, the previous combatants had already been ushered away.
It was a shame. That said, the Guildmaster knew he would find out the details soon enough.
First, however, he had to fight.
