[ACC Federation Stadium - Tournament Day - Morning]
The stadium was alive.
Fifty thousand people packed into seats that rose toward the sky in impossible tiers, their voices merging into a roar that shook the air itself.
ROAR!
Academy banners waved like colorful seas – Purple and silver for Stormhold, Black and gold for Imperial, crimson and white for Skyreach, a hundred different combinations representing every institution in the Federation.
The energy was electric and intoxicating, the kind of atmosphere that made hearts race even before anything happened.
Five arenas had been constructed across the massive stadium floor – one central arena significantly larger than the others and four satellite arenas positioned at cardinal points.
Each arena was reinforced with defensive barriers strong enough to contain B+ rank combat, medical teams stationed at every corner, referees wearing ACC official uniforms standing ready.
This was it.
The World Championship Tournament!
