Eternal Malediction
The train station at the city’s edge dumped them into a chaotic sprawl of noise, colour and dust. Even though it was early in the morning, around 7 am, the city was already alive. Banners fluttered like war flags above the plaza from all across the world, each boasting a different guild, nation or sponsor. Tournament officials in navy coats moved the crowd, guiding participants toward various side gates, scanning IDs, and barking out block assignments over the clamour.
The scent of cheap coffee, fried batter, and too many bodies hung heavy in the warm air.
Bab Populer