Move right along.

As attention is turned towards the opposite site of the festival grounds, both Amara and Mistress Dajy make their way over towards your group in gleeful celebration, with the former more swiftly than the other. They clear through the crowd until you're embraced tight by a very affectionate elf. Her hug lingers for longer than expected, and you can feel her quick, hot breaths against your neck. Finally, with a hand on her back, you guide her away just enough to meet her gaze--flushed, but smiling, still trying to calm after such an intense competition.

"... We did it!" she says in cheer.

Dajy's tickling nails caress across the elf's neck until her hand grasps her shoulder. "We did indeed. You did magnificently." Then her hand squeezes tighter as she leans in to whisper over her sensitive pointed ear. "And I think I have an idea how to celebrate later tonight. Your body is thinking the same thing, is it not~?"

"Uhm--" Amara shivers. "W-We should get moving so we do not miss anything."

After everything, you can easily tell they're both worked up, though the poor elf has it far worse, being not a succubus but also because of her magic collar--the normal one, as those for the competition have already been removed. She tries to calm her trembling body. Mostly bare in only a bathing suit, her smooth skin has goosebumps from the breeze, and likely other things as well.

"Indeed. Let's get changed," Dajy suggests. "You all go on ahead."

North of the festival grounds, out in the expansive, grassy plains, another simple watchtower has been constructed with the so-called master of ceremonies already perched atop with her magical microphone. People have gathered in a widespread group alone a line of rope drawn along the ground, creating the largest arena so far, wherever it may end on the opposite side. Juaela's vantage point is directly in the center, and on each far corner stands a representative from each team yet again. Though in their hands are weapons--not their usual, but appearing more like firearms.

Of course that isn't quite the truth. At least, they are guns in a sense, though bright green with orange tips, and beneath are blue containers of water. Each competitor has one, and they're dressed once again in their actual Sports Festival uniforms of shirts as well as shorts corresponding to their team's colour. They also seem to be wearing thick bracelets. Not only that, but obstacles have been placed throughout, from wooden barriers to boulders to crudely constructed uprisings by ladder or steps. It's a battlefield, with soldiers armed and ready.

"I cannot believe this Sports Festival's headlining event is nearing a conclusion, but I hope you have all been having fun so far! And remember, when the games are completed, you must all stay for the final event. You will not want to miss it! So gather now, and meet our four contestants," the bard proclaims. "Standing proud in the golden shorts, fighting for Team A, the mantidae insectrin Ariusia! Next, both dressed in red, Team B's very own Kis-sa! Do not get confused. Anubians may have two bodies, but only in the same way we have two arms. They may both have a weapon, but they share a pool of health, so do not complain to me about balance!"

After pausing for a breath, she then continues. "Turn your eyes over to the dark, feathered woman next representing the green Team C, Jika the harpy! And last but not least, the team who has been somehow victorious in every round so far, led by the infamous Kyle Warren, Team D's short but devious goblin, Stax!"

Around you, through the cheers you start hearing murmurs. Statements such as:
"With all these Demon Kings, are we really safe here?"
"The Hero King will keep us safe, right?"
"Oh man. I think that's Kyle Warren right over there. Freaky, dude!"
"Should the Demon Kings really be allowed to just hang around the rest of us? They're criminals."
"Holy shit that goblin chick is hot. I love short stacks. I wish I could just grab her and sandwich my--"

"We should move elsewhere," comes the reasonable voice of William behind you.

You turn to see the white-coated man with hands hidden. Beside him is Lady Vex.

"That's probably a good idea," you reply.

Vex plants her hands on her sides and laughs. "This is the longest I've been able to walk around in public without things going south, so I'm honestly surprised. I'll take that win and get my ass somewhere that won't be bothered, cuz people know about you more than us, but eventually people will catch on and we don't get to watch in peace."

William withdraws a hand to push up his glasses, turns on his heel, and begins to walk. "I suppose with the famous Hero King's words of comfort, the people can be swayed to coexist even with criminals like us. There's no way he could apprehend you though, Warren, so that can't be his goal."

"And we haven't seen Elok at all," Vex adds as she follows.

You walk alongside them. "If the two are in cahoots, I'm not surprised. I have a feeling that Elok might as well be considered the new king of Tivera. And if that's the case, that's even worse than a regular Demon King, isn't it?"

"King Thadius is definitely the bottom," Vex adds.

William points across the battlegrounds. "There, I believe there's a rope opposite, just a soccer field away. If we watch from that side, we won't be bothered by anyone."

"That's a long way to walk," says Vex. "Wait what's a soccer field?"

You offer out both your hands. Perhaps you feel a strange tether between the three of you all being dubbed Demon King for one reason or another, or maybe it feels good just to showcase a level of power above them, but either way, you offer them a solution. "I can get you there quick."

There's only a quick pause before William offers out his hand--the one with his most powerful ring, surprisingly--to place upon yours. He looks you straight in the eyes.

"I imagine you already know of the things I can do," you say.

"There are also many things I don't know," he replies.

Vex places her hand on your other, and after gripping them tight, you take a deep breath, peer forwards, spot what you believe is the opposite edge, bend your legs, tense your muscles, and then like the most mighty hare, you leap.