The sixth day of the Feast had almost reached its end. The fading sun had colored the skies a warm orange, with shadows forming from the different structures in New Sparta.
And that wasn't the only one that was almost at its conclusion. The Exhibition Tournament had finally moved on to the top 8.
The 6 competitors were those who people expected to excel. The genius young masters, the well trained knights, and the extremely talented. However, there were two people here who had broken all expectations.
Fenix and Jaku. These two dark horses had somehow advanced despite the opponents they were faced against.
Many were still expecting Sir Arthur Lionheart to win. He was the embodiment of strength, of talent, of honor.
But despite that, there were some people who were feeling a sense of foreboding. A feeling that someone else would win, aside from the obvious choice.
