[The Island of New Dawn, Sanctuary land, Damian's POV.]
The clash of blades was swallowed by a roaring sea of shouts, cheers, taunts, and name-calling. The competitive environment was at its peak.
Damian and the rest of the VIP guests were seated in the best seats available for the enormous stone colosseum. This wasn't his idea. It was something Sam and Einar wanted to do; the building of the colosseum to have the competition in was his own idea, though.
40 thousand people had come for the challenge. Through the process of battle royals and group competitions running the whole night, finally, they had 156 men remaining. A total of 78 matches were going to be fought throughout the day. Surprisingly, even some mundanes had managed to survive till now using his potions and simple runic tools sold by the Sanctum shop.
He wasn't expecting it, but it was a good thing. It would be a thing of pride for the mundane students applying for the battle classes.
