Cobalt Strike's Mariela and Felis missed out on the top ten. Mariela ended in a 'draw,' while Felis was utterly defeated.
The old lord, representing the Eight Orders, announced the next day's events.
"Outside the city hall, a golden list will hang, naming the top ten of the Eight Orders. Tomorrow, The Clash of Eight Orders for the top five will ensue! The venue, the Little Stone Ridge outside the city!"
"All are invited to witness the spectacle!"
The final showdown of each championship wasn't held in the city hall but rather at some location outside the city, open to all citizens, allowing them to see the prowess of the top ten and feel the strength of the Eight Orders, effectively showcasing the potential of the Eight Orders to the outside world.
"Is Alavin here?" Orland knocked on the gate of Alavin's courtyard.
"He's resting, not available for visitors."
Balder rose with a good-natured smile. His round head and plump figure were draped in a white robe, the sight comically endearing.
Orland hadn't expected to find such a presence in the courtyard, and he paused, perplexed. "Who are you?"
"A friend, a very good one."
"I have business with Alavin," Orland said, striding forward.
"I'm really sorry, but Alavin isn't receiving visitors today. Maybe tomorrow?" Balder's comical appearance and affable demeanor made it hard not to smile.
"He's really not seeing visitors?"
"You must be Orland from the Earthbound Spirits. It’s a pleasure to meet you. How about this? Leave a message, and I'll make sure he gets it later?"
"It’s okay. I'll come again tomorrow," Orland departed.
Not long after, Lylian arrived. "Is Alavin here?"
"And you are...?"
"Lylian, from the Floral Enchantress"
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