**WARNING!** Heavy use of language and violence is present. Some scenes may not be suitable for younger readers.
This book, "Regal Rift," is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidenta...
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The Grand Arena of Norhall Castle shimmered under the midday sun, its towering arches and marble pillars casting long shadows over the gathered crowd.
The arena floor, made of polished stone, gleams under the light, reflecting the vibrant colors of the banners that adorn its walls.
The arena witnessed countless battles, each one a testament to the strength and skill of its warriors. Today, it awaits the clash of champions, ready to bear witness to the unfolding glory of the Grand Eldorian Match .
King Eirian and Prince Lyxander sat upon their regal chairs, flanked by the esteemed members of the royal council, their eyes fixed upon the spectacle unfolding before them.
The air crackled with anticipation as the chosen warriors stepped forward, their footsteps echoing against the stone floor as they prepared to demonstrate their prowess in battle.
As the anticipation reached a crescendo within the Great Arena of Norhall Castle, the announcer stepped forward, his voice booming with authority.
"Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed guests, noble warriors and to our beloved King Eirian and Prince Lyxander, welcome to the Grand Eldorian Match!"
His words echoed throughout the grandiose chamber, stirring excitement in the hearts of all who gathered
"I am privileged to present to you the renowned Five Elite Warriors who was previously chosen by King Eirian himself to serve as a Royal Warrior in the Palace!"
His words echoed off the marble walls, filling the arena with a sense of reverence and awe.
Among the crowd favorites stood the five elite warriors, their names etched in legend from the previous year's battle.
Each warrior was armed with a special sword, its blade forged with ancient magic and imbued with the strength of generations past.
"First, we have Aldric Hacket, the Ironclad Sentinel!"
Aldric Hacket stepped forward, his imposing figure clad in gleaming armor, a silent testament to his unyielding strength and unwavering resolve.
"Next, we have Vel Auliffe, the Shadowblade Assassin!"
Vel Auliffe emerged from the shadows, his swift movements and deadly precision causing a ripple of unease among the crowd.
"Joining us is Cedric Byrne, the Thunderous Warlord!"
Cedric Byrne's presence was met with thunderous applause, his commanding presence and ferocious battle cries instilling fear in the hearts of his enemies.
"Next, we have Thorian Woulfe, the Steelheart Guardian!"
Thorian Woulfe stepped forward, his stoic demeanor and unbreakable composure a testament to his unwavering dedication to duty.
