"The final decision is..."
After a brief wait, Erodion announced the result:
"Order!"
In that instant, the entire plaza displayed two entirely different scenes.
The apprentices from the Order Camp erupted in cheers, overcome with joy.
"Ahaha! We won, we won!"
"Friends, witness this moment. We saved the world! The world was saved by us, and no matter how many years pass, the world will remember our names!"
"Finally, we've preserved it!"
Meanwhile, the apprentices from the Chaos Camp were despondent, their spirits crushed.
"Why... why is this happening!"
"There's no hope left, none at all..."
Some apprentices cried, while others shouted in despair. The grand plaza became a place of two entirely disparate worlds.
The one constant was in the sky.
In the sky above, several Masters and numerous Wizards watched the jubilant plaza quietly. Their faces showed no emotion, as though the grand war that had shaken the heavens and earth had nothing to do with them all along.
