The sun rose over the sprawling arena of Nalanda University, casting its golden rays on the thousands of spectators gathered for the day's monumental event. The arena stood as a grand testament to the university's rich history—a circular coliseum of polished stone, with towering stands encircling the central battlefield. Vibrant banners of Aryavarta fluttered in the gentle breeze, adding a sense of pride to the air.
The excitement was palpable as students, faculty, and citizens alike filled every corner of the stands, their eager chatter and laughter blending into a cacophony of anticipation. This was no ordinary day—it was the day the top twelve warriors of Aryavarta would begin their journey toward glory.
As the crowd settled, the host of the tournament stepped forward to the center of the arena. A tall, charismatic figure clad in regal robes, his presence was commanding. His voice boomed across the arena, amplified by a magical spell that made him impossible to ignore.
