299 A Storm Ahead

6 months had passed since the Quest of the Worthy had begun and yet, the streets and markets of the Bloodburn Kingdom were still buzzing with anticipation and excitement. 

Everywhere, from taverns to tailors, people gathered in small groups to discuss the upcoming results of the Quest of the Worthy. 

Betting booths had been set up, and they were filled with eager citizens placing bets on their favorite contenders. There were a lot of life crystals to win, and it was too tempting for even the wealthy nobles to ignore.

Conversations flowed, filled with speculations and excitement, "I think the Young Lord Silvan will win the Deviar!" one declared. Another countered, "No way! Young Lady Sabina has shown her prowess. She's going to take it!"

"You all dare to not even consider the royal consort?? May you die a thousand deaths!" Another one shouted fervently as others momentarily hid their faces in the crowd while some others joined him.