Out in the fields, you are heading to your home village after working in the forests. Off in the distance behind you, you hear the faint sounds of clashing, explosions, and a smorgasbord of other cartoonish sounds boom from the high walls. You always grew up around the Arena, so it was not surprising to hear the chaotic booms of fighting that occurred while teams competitively fought things out in the ring.

While you continue to take your time walking through the vast plains that separate your home from the village, you notice a glint of light that keeps hitting your eyes from the west. You stop for a moment, drop your things, squat down on the ground, and place your hands over your eyes to avoid sunlight from hitting your eyes. As your eyes adjust to the slight glare out in the distance, you notice the silhouettes of three individuals that all seem to look like copies of each other. You never partook in the affairs of the Arena, so you are not sure who these people might be or the motives they may have, but if there was one thing that was certain, you did not want to be out in the broad daylight when teams came around for recruiting or training. At the height of the Clash Royale, teams would capture citizens of foreign villages and towns to participate in the Arenas, and you knew that you would not want to be caught. Unless you were the cream of the crop, playing in the Arena was a death sentence to most.

Panicked, you pick your stuff back up again and begin to pick up the pace. You keep walking, taking slight glances out west to see if you can see the figures of this trio, but they have seemed to disappear.