Leori and Robin sat side by side on the grand balcony overlooking the expansive lands that belonged to their kingdom. The gentle breeze rustled through the leaves, carrying the faint scent of the surrounding forests. As they enjoyed the tranquility of the moment, Robin turned to Leori with a glimmer of excitement in his eyes.
"Leori, my friend, I have an idea that might bring glory and camaraderie to our kingdom," Robin began, his voice filled with anticipation. "What if we were to host a battle tournament? A gathering of neighboring werewolf kingdoms, where warriors from each land can showcase their strength and skills."
Leori's interest was piqued, his gaze fixed upon Robin. He admired his friend's strategic thinking and understood the potential benefits of such an event. "Tell me more, Robin. How do you envision this tournament?"
Robin leaned forward, his words filled with enthusiasm. "Imagine, Leori, a grand arena where werewolves from different kingdoms gather to compete. It woul
