Every 5 years, a game unites 10 realms offering the ultimate champion, immortality. Those who are not as successful, will live in wealth and infamy. There is really no loss, isn't it? For sure, there is nothing nefarious about this, right?
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CHAPTER 8 OPEN WATERS, WESTERN OCEAN 50 MILES OFF THIRAKHON KINGDOM'S ECONOMIC ZONE OCEAN REALM OF IDARA
The grand 'Imperium Maris' is a marvel of modern Parnish craftsmanship. This immense cruise ship spans a remarkable 700 meters in length and 120 meters in width. Its decks, graced with majestic marble columns and gilded embellishments, echo the opulence of ancient times. With a capacity for over 13,000 guests, the 'Imperium Maris' transforms into a floating city, offering lavish staterooms, splendid dining rooms, and captivating entertainment venues. A journey aboard promises not only luxury but also a thrilling adventure through the tumultuous waters of the Ocean Realm of Idara.
The grandest of its kind throughout the Eteran Realms, crafted in the renowned Helmond region of Parnon, this extraordinary vessel possesses the unique ability to traverse the gates scattered across the Eteran star system. To mark its inaugural voyage, distinguished citizens, renowned celebrities, nobility, and even former Cup contenders hailing from various realms have been cordially invited to bask in the opulence of the ship during its weeklong journey.
"Congratulations once again to our latest Exalted, Prince Caelius Maximillian Cyningmore," the host announced, a distinguished female socialite from Parnon. "Now, for your evening's entertainment, a breathtaking lightweaving performance awaits. Joining us to enchant our esteemed and exclusive guests with a rendition of the original version of 'To the Stars,' by Traverse, let's all welcome one of Galren's most talented and youthful lightweavers, none other than Miss Asenka Roshniece."
Polite applause rippled through the elegant crowd as servers glided in, bearing trays of exquisite libations into the resplendent ballroom. Every facet of this grand chamber whispered opulence, from the regal table arrangements to the lavish seating, all focused around a performance space equally splendid. A poised Deran server expertly poured the coveted Rakhon Scorch, an exorbitantly priced elixir in this tourist-favored lunar realm, into a crystal flute held by a young, auburn-haired Parnish gentleman. Beside him, his companion, auburn-haired herself, leaned gracefully against the table, her gaze fixed on the upcoming spectacle.
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Miss Asenka started a remarkable spectacle. A graceful and mesmerizing ballet, imbued with the ancient Galrenic art of lightweaving, graced the central space. In the midst of a hushed audience, a young and enchanting woman with pastel pink-colored tresses took the spotlight. Her movements were a harmony of elegance and magic as she pirouetted and leaped through the air. With each graceful gesture of her lithe form, radiant tendrils of light cascaded from her fingertips, manifesting into ethereal forms that twirled and danced alongside her. A symphony of colors and shapes unfolded, telling a luminous interpretation of the song. The audience was held in rapturous awe, transported to a world where reality and dreams merged, and the boundaries between the tangible and the intangible dissolved in the presence of her breathtaking lightweaving ballet.
"I've heard The Galrenic Cup Team has already shortlisted her," an auburn-haired young man remarked, casually sipping his flute. His voice bore the refined tones of noble lineage.
