— there was no more to speak of. Just preparation for a tournament that will set the skies asunder. 〝 With that I ask, will you aid me in entertaining my new audience? 〞 「͙ ͟.. ‍* #𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐀 ‍ ♱ × #𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐒𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐍 」

— dominating the entire sky, suffocated in it's radiance. 〝 Why not a contest? It seems the Gods watch mortal affairs in 𝗲𝗻𝘃𝘆, so why not flaunt what we excel in? 〞 「͙ ͟.. ‍* #𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐀 ‍ ♱ × #𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐒𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐍 」

— a kingdom be? A slight smirk formed. A light jest aimed her way, as he welcomed her. 〝 Is it too bold to assume you are here—to swear 𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 to my cause? 〞 「͙ ͟.. ‍* #𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐀 ‍ ♱ × #𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐒𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐍 」

// I will be hosting a tournament around the 1st of November. Just to breathe life into this account again.