A massive brass trumpet fanfared from the eastern ramparts, its blare ringing sharp and clear over the crackle of aerial fireworks.
"First, marching under the dawn's horizon... representing the sheer martial furnace of the realm... THE EASTERN DELEGATION!"
The heavy iron-reinforced portcullis on the eastern flank groaned as it hauled upward. Roko was the first to step through, his sheer size instantly drawing shouts from the crowd. He marched onto the white marble semicircle floor with thunderous, heavy strides, his massive bald head reflecting the neon bursts of crimson fireworks overhead. Stopping near the edge of the stage, Roko slammed a gauntleted fist against his chest plate, unleashing a primal, guttural roar that echoed off the mountain walls.
