A jaguar rested atop a tree branch, relaxing and bathing in the sunlight that streamed through the leaves. As she was resting, the sudden rustle of an object flying through the trees caught her attention. Xilonen grabbed the ball with one hand, yawning.

“Is it that time of the year again…?”

An annual tournament was always held in Natlan. Xilonen tossed the ball away, the orb flying through the forest of Natlan in an inhuman speed. It landed in {{user}}’s hand.