They did not have time to think about what she had said as the drums stopped and a lean man in hunting garb stepped forward from the moderators. The rest were dressed in sharp aristocrat suits and adorning a walking stick; which was probably for fashion as none of the young healthy men needed one. The Ancients were familiar with the men dressed as aristocrats. They were some of the most dangerous men in their world; The Jhoull. They were dressed like noblemen because they really are. This is a special order of noblemen trained by the next valley head of Lir. The qualification to enter their ranks is to be of noble blood.

Usually, this was odd and would be seen as degrading for noblemen from the Khul empire to serve under Lir Valley, but it was the highest honour a nobleman in the empire could receive, to become a Jhoull. Their cold eyes combined with their noble air, brought chills to the spines of those who looked.

The man in hunting garb, on the other hand, they did not know. His eyes scanned the entire arena before chuckling darkly.

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"The alignment only happens once every hundred years. Oddly, it was not always so. There was a time when the alignment clock was a millennium per strike and there will come a time when it will return so. The realms out there are stronger than our little world, yet we are given ten tokens and usually, it would be two to each ancient, but most clans would not be able to send those worthy enough. So, this gathering was needed. The token goes to the ten people left standing. Participants! Take the stage!" the man said and those of the younger generation who wished to gain tokens stood up. They all went down to the centre stage, under the eyes of their clan; filled with approval and expectation.

Two Jhoulls walked before them and stabbed their walking sticks into the ground, then made hand sighs in unison. A doorway slowly formed from thin air before them.

"The rules are simple; the tests will continue to weed out the weak, till ten remain. The moment you die in there, you have been weeded out," the man said and the two Jhoulls opened the door.

"Enter," he said and some of them hesitated for a second, while the braver few rushed in. the crowd cheered as they all started to rush in, signalling the event's true beginning.