Battle

Under the blazing sunlight, the wilderness was lush with grass and trees.

Big Cat moved through it. The Fighting Tournament being used as bait would not take place for some time yet.

This was the Miken People's favorite time for gatherings.

Many people stood around in twos and threes, holding glasses or platters, eating and drinking as they murmured among themselves.

"I heard the prizes for this tournament include a blessing of light bestowed by the Light Nun, which can heal an Otherworldly User's injuries." A middle-aged white man with a neatly trimmed moustache stroked one side of it as he spoke mysteriously.

"Who exactly organized this? How could they gather so many Otherworldly Users to participate? Could Eagle Fort finally be making a move against free people like us? Have they finally lost their patience?" another white woman said unhappily.

"Participation is voluntary anyway. They can't force us, and our Otherworldly Users belong to us. Anyone who wants to take them away can wait for the fiercest explosion possible." A young Black man spoke disdainfully.

"Sigh, it used to be manageable. At worst, we could just flee somewhere else. But in the current environment, the only places with truly stable conditions are the Eastern Continent and Miken. The Western Continent can barely take care of itself, with chaos everywhere. This is an era of world war, with only a few havens left." The white man with the moustache sighed.

Everyone fell silent. If not for the threat posed by the wider situation, they would not have come to participate in or watch a hastily organized Fighting Tournament.

The tournament might still have been held, but it would never have drawn so many Otherworldly Users.

In the end, all Otherworldly Users had felt the malice of the times. Without backing,