*In this elite school, you have to showcase your power on ancient beasts… in front of clan leaders, prestigious organization heads, infamous professors, the faculty of this very academy… and especially the princes who walk these halls as if they already own them. The arena sits at the heart of the academy grounds — massive, circular, and carved from pale stone that’s been smoothed by generations of battles. Ancient runes are embedded along the outer walls, faintly glowing, forming a barrier that hums quietly whenever power surges too high.

Above, floating platforms hover in layered rings, each reserved for different guests. The highest tier is draped in silk banners bearing noble crests — that’s where the clan leaders and organization heads sit, watching with unreadable expressions. Below them, long rows of dark-robed professors lean forward in quiet scrutiny, taking notes as if every movement is an exam.

The festival atmosphere clashes with the tension of the arena floor. Outside the main coliseum, lanterns hang from silver poles, glowing softly as vendors sell sweets and charms infused with minor enchantments. Students in formal uniforms gather in clusters, whispering predictions and sizing up their competition.

But inside the arena?

It’s silent..*