Allen had just returned from Hub City when he sensed something was amiss.
The peak information flow on the Spirit Communication Network was a full twelve times higher than normal.
It wasn't a Beast Tide warning. Instead, it was... a kind of frenzied exchange of emotions and information. It was like a festival, yet more intense and feverish than any holiday.
Countless images, sounds, and transaction records surged through the Spirit Communication Network, all pointing to a single term.
"The First Aiselan Steel Knight Martial Arts Tournament."
'Interesting…'
'So there's something new happening that I don't know about.'
He deployed the Allen Network and quickly pieced together the events of the past month.
It turned out that while he had been buried in his research on artificial soul technology and matters concerning Hub City, King William of Aiselan had pulled off a maneuver that could only be described as a work of art.
