Kanis walked slowly to the center of the arena, looking at the debater from the previous round. "You've worked hard, Lord Kalektis. Next, let me bring today's debate to a personal close—"
The man addressed as Kalektis gave a respectful bow and stepped down from the stage.
At the same time, Kanis turned to look at all the spectators watching the debate. "Respected members, I yearn deeply for the golden eras of poetry. In those days, nearly a thousand city-states of differing faiths existed across Amphoreus, and gods walked among mortals, close to humanity. But today, refugees from all corners have left their homelands and rushed to the Holy City, hoping to find a place of refuge under the protection of Kephale. All of us have long been in the same boat crossing the waters, with nowhere left to retreat."
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