Morning arrived over the preserved region differently than it had for thousands of years.
There was no silence waiting between the mountains.
There were voices. Countless voices!
The vast region that generations had avoided as a dead scar of the Millennia War had just become the busiest place in the Big World.
Even with its enormous size, Lootwell had been forced to divide the gathering into countless districts.
The central competition grounds occupied only part of it. Residential zones stretched much farther, connected through teleportation hubs, spatial corridors, elevated routes, and temporary transit formations.
Entire areas had been prepared solely for beast clans whose bodies made ordinary accommodations impractical.
Not everyone could see the central plateau with their own eyes.
They did not need to.
Projection formations covered every major district.
