ARENA OF HONOR - SEASON FINALE

It was a dark night, marked by the final call to the Arena of Honor, as Season Four drew to a close. SkyRocket, leader of the group I had supported throughout the campaign, announced he would fight in the second slot, not the first. Faced with this decision, many of us sought alliances in other domains; I was one of them.

Destiny seemed elusive, and group after group vanished before my eyes, until finally the message arrived. I was invited to join a host ruled by cavalry and lancers; I, an infantry warrior, knew my contribution would be limited. Even so, I decided to risk everything and cross that threshold, for their strength was no less than that of the group I had left behind.

Without fear of the outcome or the judgment of battle, I accepted the call. That night, I sought not only victory, but the honor of fighting to the end, even when fate seemed to be tilting against me.

Upon entering the battlefield, Astrryx's group was with us again, along with a BDR group led by Denkura. Third place seemed a sure thing, if we didn't know what to build and what to defend. However, Dr. Russel, the new leader of this group, contacted Astrryx to become our ally in this contest, to fight against BDR. Since we were the weakest team in terms of strength, we had to ally with them because they were the strongest group, and we also shared a label with one of their players. So, we decided to play with trading posts, as playing offensively was too risky, and if we didn't acquire anything, we couldn't aspire to second place. Therefore, our priority would be the Maiden altars, as these greatly help the trading posts generate more points per minute compared to other buildings.

The first round of altars opened and we decided that Russel should take the building, we quickly reinforced it... since we needed to send all the troops to him; but in the second round it was already complicated, I tried to take the old woman's altar twice and Jouza kicked me, I wasn't the right one to take anything, since the group was made up of lancers and cavalry, they could do little to nothing to keep me in a building.

Despite taking precise counterattacks, they weren't enough to bring us down. That was the true power of reinforcements and teamwork: every move was calculated, every objective clearly defined. We knew when to advance and where to strike.

The arrival of Astrryx's group tipped the scales even further. Like an unexpected banner in the fog, their support held our line and solidified our position. Thus, our second-place ranking remained firm, defying all logic.

We didn't build outposts, we didn't expand our territory; we only possessed one home… our own. But that fortress was enough. Because while others trusted in walls and conquests, we trusted in unity, and in that instant, it became clear that shared honor could be stronger than any kingdom built in stone.

The tiebreaker was decided in the Mine Shafts, a place where stone and steel seemed to hold the memory of ancient defeats. There, Wartime and Russel assumed the role that fate had reserved for them: defense. Steadfast, patient, and without succumbing to anxiety, they held the line as the clock ticked slowly, each second weighing heavier than the last.

The pressure mounted, and the battlefield became a swarm of desperate attempts. Jouza, confident in his initiative, opted to attack alone, repeating the same maneuver again and again, seeking to break the defense through sheer attrition. But he failed to grasp that this time he wasn't fighting against isolated individuals, but against a collective will. The strategy remained intact, the movements were precise, and the occupation of the building reached its end without the balance being broken.

When the final moment was consumed, there were no shouts or exaggerated celebrations. Only the silent certainty that the battle was over and fate could no longer be altered.

Epilogue

Thus concluded Season Four. The team many underestimated, labeled the weakest on paper, closed the season with a result that defied all predictions. It wasn't brute force or numerical superiority that got them there, but discipline, strategy, and method.

The annals of the arena wouldn't record a great conquest, nor an expanded kingdom, but rather a lesson: in times of war, unity and patience can sustain even those who start at a disadvantage. And as the torches were extinguished and the echo of the battle faded, it became clear that this ending, forged with intelligence and composure, was a fitting conclusion to a season that would be remembered.

The season finale was very chaotic, as the number of real factions was reduced to 3 and the matchmaking was like being for third or second place; it was a really great experience.