Chapter 7 - The Awakening of the City
Before Valerius could stammer a reply, a deep, resonant rumble echoed far beyond the walls of the Grand Arena.
It started as a vibration in the foundations and rapidly grew into a city-wide chorus. Through the open arches of the amphitheater, Elara and the thousands of stunned spectators could see the towering spires of the capital beginning to glow. Across the outer slums, the middle districts, and the opulent merchant quarters, ancient street runes—dormant for centuries—ignited one by one in brilliant flashes of azure light.
The city was waking up.
The magic of the First Sovereign was not confined to the arena; it was woven into the bedrock of the entire metropolis. For generations, the Council had suppressed it, siphoning its energy to power their own corrupt regime. But now, recognizing its true heir, the city’s heart was beating in time with Elara’s pulse.
In the stands, common citizens—artisans, laborers, servants, and beggars—stood up from their stone benches. As the blue light washed over them from the ground, old scars faded, chronic pains vanished, and a profound, collective clarity settled over their minds. They looked at the golden boxes of the magistrates with newly opened eyes, seeing the greed, the tyranny, and the centuries of oppression laid bare.
"Look," a voice cried out from the lower tiers, pointing at the arena floor. "The true bloodline has returned!"
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"Down with the Council!" another voice shouted, fierce and unyielding.
Within moments, the entire Grand Arena erupted, not in the jeers of a manipulated mob, but in a thunderous roar of revolution and long-denied justice.
