The stakes are simple. The original Lions shouldered the weight of reality. Fallstar’s entrants shoulder something heavier and much more volatile, namely Fallstar’s Ego and Pride. That is a hazardous material classification in three districts. Expect armor that creaks like an old cathedral and runework so aggressive it could short a scrying crystal from across the hall. If your silhouette does not read from the back row, you are not competing, you are loitering.

Whispers around the spires say judges will swoon for lore-accurate detail that is punctuated by one unapologetically bold reinterpretation. Movement must promise menace without inducing migraines. Reveals should thrill rather than detonate. Yes, accidental combustion would trend for a day, but dying is not a brand strategy. If you cosplay the baron of blood, weatherproof your suit. If you drift Skeleton King adjacent, do not be generic bone, be runic bone. If your makeup sets faster than your soul contract, carry setting spray and a backup soul. You laugh, but supply chains are still unreliable.

Coverage begins live from the city of Mizu tomorrow night at 7 pm, only on The Nightly Star. Pre-show murmurs start a touch earlier, and if you miss my cold open I will know, and I will judge you in a way that motivates self improvement. Omen can keep the crown shiny for a few more hours. Fallstar is arriving hemmed, hydrated, and hungry. See you under the lights, citizens. Bring snacks. I was not kidding last time.

I've been your host, Cedric Flitterman. You'll see me tomorrow night in Mizu, and Remember...

Stay Stellar~!