Elena sat on her throne, high above the arena, her silver eyes scanning the bustling crowd below. The rulers were seated before her, each appearing uneasy yet intrigued. Suddenly, shimmering system tabs appeared in front of each ruler, floating in midair, glowing with magical light.
The rulers blinked in confusion. The saintly human saintess tilted her head, golden eyes narrowing behind her veil. The orc flexed his massive fists, muscles coiling with tension. The elven queen raised an eyebrow, her aura faintly sparking with thunder. The dark elf ruler leaned on his ebony staff, eyes flickering with ancient knowledge. The tiger and snake beastfolk rulers exchanged a glance, claws and scales glinting. The merfolk prince's fins shimmered, ripples of water curling at his feet.
Elena's voice cut through the silence, calm and commanding:
"Do not fear these tabs. They are your tools to position your players. Strategy is as important as strength. Every choice you make will decide victory—or defeat."
Azrael, her arch-demon butler, stepped forward, voice booming across the arena. "Rulers of Noxveil, announce your champions!"
One by one, the rulers summoned their teams:
Human kingdom: the saintess nodded, and five golden-armored fighters shimmered into view.
Orc kingdom: the massive warrior stomped, fire dancing along his fists, and his five warriors emerged.
Elven kingdom: the female elven ruler summoned her champions, each sparking faint lightning as they bowed.
Dark elf kingdom: the ancient male ruler called forth his five shadowy fighters, cloaked in dark magic.
Beastfolk kingdom: the tiger and snake rulers stepped forward together, their fighters moving with feline grace and serpentine precision.
Merfolk kingdom: the prince gestured, and five aquatic champions appeared, water swirling around them as they floated to the portal.
Elena's silver eyes glimmered with satisfaction. "Step through the gate," she instructed, her voice echoing across the arena. "Enter the small worlds I have created for your teams. Your skill, loyalty, and courage will be tested. Let the Games begin."
One by one, the teams walked toward the glowing portal at the center of the arena. The magical gate shimmered, bending light and reality, transporting them instantly into their assigned zones within the small world. Every team appeared in perfect formation, ready to strategize.
The crowd erupted into cheering, waving banners, tossing pom-poms, and shouting encouragements to their champions. Crystal screens above amplified the excitement, broadcasting the event to homes and streets across Noxveil.
Elena leaned back slightly, silver eyes gleaming. Perfect. finally that was a lot to say they're eyes are scary is this how being intimidated feels ,Elena shakes her head a little.
Even from her throne, she could feel the pulse of the battlefield—the tension, the excitement, the anticipation. The Game of Thrones was no longer just a contest; it was a demonstration of loyalty, skill, and Noxveil's unrivaled power.
And Elena, queen of the valley, would watch—and judge.