A hundred towers rose across the battlefield at once, each one built by hands that had earned the right to stand there. Every single kingdom fielding a team in this event had brought only its strongest, because the notice had made the requirement plain from the start.
[Participants must possess confirmed X-rank Potential.]
No ordinary soldier stood anywhere on this field. Every tower held someone who had already survived the kind of trial most fighters never walked away from, and every kingdom on the field understood exactly how dangerous that made the ninety-nine towers that weren't their own.
Ananta Regalon's tower rose dark stone and quiet iron, Rudra's design down to the last brace, with Ghost Fleet's cannons already mounted along its upper ring and Boarding Party's marines waiting unseen inside its walls.
"First wave incoming," Marcus called from the top, markers already spinning wide to read the field.
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