The day of the quarter-finals had arrived. My team stood ready in their new "Creature Comfort Corner," dressed in the simple, beige tunics FaeLina had designed, with a logo of a smiling, happy monster on the front. They weren't a team of warriors; they were the staff of the world's first five-star monster spa.
The air in the room was thick with a tense, nervous energy. Pip was anxiously checking his inventory of squeaky toys for the tenth time. Gilda was practicing a "gentle but firm" belly-rubbing motion on a very confused Sir Crumplebuns.
And then, a golden arena portal opened and the commentator's voice boomed through the open portal, echoing from the arena.
"Welcome back, folks, to the quarter-finals of the Royal Dungeon League Tournament!" he announced, his voice was full of energy.
