The day of the Prince Trials had finally arrived.
At dawn, the amphitheatre—an enormous coliseum of pale stone, encircled by soaring banners bearing the royal crest—was already alive with movement. The leaders of the Guard Divisions were personally present, inspecting every corridor, archway, passage, and entrance with sharp, seasoned eyes. Alongside them, robed Mages from the Mage's Tower walked in calm, measured steps, tracing ancient glyphs in the air to activate layered detection wards across the arena grounds.
The mana-detection devices embedded throughout the coliseum hummed softly, pulsing with faint cerulean light. They were finely crafted to sense any trace of forbidden magic—dark spells, curses, or dead mana. The moment such energy surfaced, the devices would flare and alert the guards stationed with strategic precision across the amphitheatre tiers. No intruder, no hidden spell, no sabotage would slip past today.
