Chapter 1024: Mortals and Magi
Ravenfell Arena, Northern Quarter.
The people of Saratoga prepared a brief ceremony right before the final duel of the Grand Magus Tournament took place.
It was presided over by none other than the representative of the Acadian royal family.
A middle-aged man with dark brown hair, streaked with silver at the temples, calmly walked through the arena with a gentle smile on his face.
Faced with the applause and adoration of the people in the crowd, he waved at them in a friendly manner. His striking blue eyes swept over their faces, enveloping them with warmth.
These were the people of his land. These were the people he would one day rule over.
Clad in white robes accentuated by golden embroidery, Cedric Acadia walked toward the small podium at the center of the arena. His white mantle trailed behind him, and the sun caught the gleam of his silver circlet.
As he stepped on the podium, the crowd gradually quietened down. They glanced at him with veneration and respect, and Cedric... he liked it very much.
With a barely concealed smirk appearing on his face, his voice, which was augmented by mana, rang through the vast coliseum, clear and commanding:
"People of Ravenfell, citizens of Acadia, and honored guests from every corner of this land."
He paused for a brief moment before continuing, "Today, we stand on the edge of greatness. We have witnessed fire and fury. Talent and tenacity. We’ve seen the best of our youth rise through the trials in the depths of Marian Lake and the blood-stained silence of the secret plane. Now only two remain."
Instantly, the crowd was divided into cheering factions. They clenched their fists as they rose to their feet, screaming in anticipation.