October 20.
Hammerlocke, Galar Region.
The Master League's Top 16 would compete here.
Just like last year, this year's elimination stage would still follow a points-based round robin format.
Three wins meant advancing to the Top 8.
Three losses meant elimination.
Each competitor would play at most five matches,
and at least three.
Anyone who won three straight matches would advance immediately.
Since there were so many of them, and the Aether Foundation had a private plane, they had chosen to fly.
Even Lusamine and Mohn had come along to the Galar Region, mainly for a vacation.
As for the Aether Foundation,
Lusamine had left it in Wicke and Faba's hands again.
They would only be gone for a few days, anyway.
Lusamine trusted the two of them to handle things.
Although Mohn had spent several years in the Galar Region's Crown Tundra, he had never actually left the Crown Tundra.
The rest of the Galar Region was entirely new to him.
"We're here."
The plane landed smoothly, and Red, Blue, Li Wei, and the others disembarked one after another.
The moment he stepped off the plane, Sophocles shivered. "Brr, it's freezing! This is nothing like Alola!"
Alola was in the tropics, while a little farther north of the Galar Region lay the Arctic Circle.
Granted, "a little farther north" meant a few more degrees of latitude.
In late October, in the Galar Region,
the average temperature in the south ranged from seven to fourteen degrees Celsius.
For Sophocles, that was already very cold.
As for Wyndon, at the northernmost end,
temperatures this year were already approaching 0°C.
The real problem was Galar's damp cold-it dealt magic damage.
The Master League organizers arranged hotels for all the competitors, and only the very best.
Li Wei did not have to worry