James looked at the Roy the spoke“ When I first entered this place with our family, I started to look for the ruins for details of their preparation where I got one old parchment. The previous people who entered here before the universe purged them, they explained in detail about the increase in monsters. They called it the Great Surge. It happens once every five thousand years, when the cosmic alignment shifts and the fabric of reality becomes... permeable. Monsters that have been breeding in the deep wilderness for thousands of years emerge from their sleep as warriors in stargate increases. Kingdoms that have been isolated for centuries suddenly find their borders touching with monsters' habitat. It is also a time of chaos, the greatest crisis every civilization and race will face during this period. This is also one of the reasons to hide about the monsters to the ordinary people."He let the words settle. No one spoke."We changed the situation in the last 50 years as we traine

The training hall in the capital had grown beyond anything Alex could have imagined when he first opened its doors.What had started as a single building, a converted warehouse with a dirt floor and borrowed equipment was now a sprawling complex of arenas, meditation chambers, lecture halls, and dormitories that covered nearly a square mile.Spiritual lamps lined the walkways, their soft glow illuminating statues of the Storm-God's founding masters. Fountains infused with spiritual energy sparkled in the courtyards. And everywhere, everywhere, there were students.On any given day, over ten thousand warriors trained within these walls. Children as young as five learning their first stances in the beginner courtyards, their small faces scrunched up with concentration. Teenagers sparring in the intermediate arenas, their wooden swords clacking together in rapid, precise rhythms. Adults pushing toward the higher realms in the advanced chambers, their auras blazing with the power of year

"Thank you all for coming," Roy began, his voice carrying the easy authority of a man who had addressed councils and armies for half a century. "I know many of you traveled considerable distances to be here. I wouldn't have called this meeting if it weren't important."He leaned forward, his hands resting on the darkwood table."As you all know, the monster numbers are increasing in the wilderness area. Either it is on blue star or stargate.This might be a sign of increase in monsters in future which might lead to increase in threats to our own country on blue star.”He paused for a few seconds to let them digest the situation.“ The old king has confirmed that the number might increase drastically in future, the signs are unmistakable. We have perhaps a decade or a century to prepare. Perhaps less which we don’t know. The defensive installations are proceeding on schedule, but walls and cannons alone won't save humans. We need warriors who can handle these monsters. So we need them t

Two weeks later, the capital's grand arena was packed to capacity.The ancient structure had been built for gladiatorial combat in a bygone era, and its massive circular form could hold over two hundred thousand spectators. Today, every seat was filled.People had traveled from every corner of the kingdom to be present for the announcement: farmers from the southern provinces, merchants from the coastal cities, miners from the Frosthold Mountains. They filled the stands in a sea of color and noise, their voices rising in a steady hum of anticipation.And across the kingdom, every screen flickered to life.In village taverns and city squares, in training halls and private homes, the broadcast appeared. The image of the grand arena, packed with humanity, was projected onto walls and windows and holographic displays. The announcers' voices carried across mountains and valleys, through city streets and country lanes, into every corner of the Roshar kingdom.The other kingdoms were watchi

In the shadowed depths of a corrupted wilderness zone, far from the light of human civilization, the leaders of the Dark Cult gathered.The chamber was carved from living stone, its walls pulsing with a sickly green luminescence that seemed to breathe. The air was thick with the stench of decay and older. Shadows moved in the corners, not because the light was dim, but because the darkness here was alive.They were not human. Their true forms were hidden beneath cloaks of woven shadow, but glimpses of what lay beneath could be seen in the flickering torchlight. Scaled skin. Too many joints in their limbs. Eyes that burned with cold, ancient malice."The Roshar kingdom is celebrating," one of them hissed, its voice like the scraping of dry bones. "A competition. A display of strength. Their young warriors gather in the capital, proud and foolish. They believe they are safe.""Then we will show them otherwise." The speaker was taller than the others, its form towering over the assembled