It was late afternoon, and the Imperial Coliseum was currently full of people who were excited to see the match of the year. The sky above the empire was a little cloudy, but with little to no chance of downpour, so the audience and fighters were able to sit on the open coliseum without worrying about the heat.
After the long trial, Erik the Phantom Fencer and Prince Edward Dixon would face off in the grand finals of the annual Imperial Battle Tournament of the capital's harvest festival. Everyone was looking forward to each of the finalists, as they were remarkable on their own.
"It's the crown prince versus the Phantom Fencer. I'm so excited..."
"I'm going to throw my money on..."
"There's no way His Imperial Highness Edward could win against someone who defeated Boris..."
