The Magic Cup preliminaries entered an urgent preparation phase.
Over these two days at the end of March, half the Magic Battle Hall's staff had come to the competition venue on Moonview Street to inspect the various equipment.
During that time, preliminary contestants and spectators gradually began arriving to look over the venue.
The entire competition venue had six floors.
The bottom three floors had been designed specifically for the preliminaries, with each floor divided into ten large private rooms.
The seating inside was arranged like a miniature Grand Martial Arena, with seats surrounding all sides and a battle platform in the center.
Andy came here with several Gold Rank friends and entered one of the private rooms, looking around curiously.
They went up to the spectator seats and sat in the elevated seats at the very back, looking down at the battle platform in the center.
Feeling the soft cushion beneath him and leaning back against the comfortable backrest, Andy looked around and discovered that a single private room could hold over a hundred spectators at once.
And there were thirty such private rooms across the first, second, and third floors.
"This place is way more comfortable than the battle hall. We don't even have to stand," someone beside him sighed, resting both hands on the armrests and reclining comfortably.
Another person stood in the aisle, looking around with inexplicable nervousness. "There are so many seats here. Will they all be filled when the time comes? So many people watching us compete... damn, I'm not used to this..."
"There were already plenty of people at the battle hall. What's there to worry about?"
"It feels different with seats. It's become so official—it feels weird."
"Then you'd better get used to it early. Otherwise, when you see a sea of