Chapter 1237

The competitors erupted in fury.

“Bullshit! That was completely intentional p>

“A burst pipe? And it only ruined the Elyndor team’s clothes p>

“They might as well have said the uniforms grew legs and ran away p>

“Wearing this garbage to the opening ceremony is just begging to be a global laughingstock p>

“They misprinted the flag and still have the nerve to say they worked through the night for us p>

Everyone was seething.

But after the anger passed, a heavy sense of dread settled in their stomachs.

They knew all too well that the issue was much larger than just being angry.

If they showed up to the opening ceremony in street clothes instead of uniforms, the international media would have a field day, claiming the Elyndor team lacked basic discipline and unity.

The press would tear them apart for having no team spirit.

But if they wore these repulsive, ruined tracksuits, they would be playing right into Severia’s hands, practically offering their faces to be slapped.

They were caught between a rock and a hard place.

Instinctively, Mr. Ashwell looked toward Serena.

Serena glanced at the box on the floor and said calmly, “Throw them all away p>

Mr. Ashwell blinked. “Throw… throw them away p>

He stared at her, swallowing hard as an unbelievable thought crossed his mind. “Don’t tell me… you prepared backup uniforms too p>

Serena gave him a brief look but didn’t answer. Instead, she pulled out her phone and casually sent a message.

Ten minutes later.

A group of people marched briskly through the hotel entrance.

Leading them was Frederick Moore.

Behind him, a team of staff and bodyguards wheeled in two massive black cases.

Once the cases were positioned in front of the group, Frederick bowed slightly, speaking with deep reverence. “Miss Serena, everything has been delivered as requested p>

He turned and signaled his men to open the cases.

As the lids slowly lifted, everyone’s breath caught in their throats.

Inside were two rows of high-end, temperature-controlled clothing display racks. Hanging neatly on the racks were the official uniforms of the Elyndor delegation. Every single piece was immaculate, boasting an incredibly premium texture and flawless tailoring.

Frederick spoke up. “These uniforms have already bypassed the tournament’s standard review process. They are the officially approved backup set for the Elyndor team p>

“From production to inspection to transportation, my people oversaw every step. No one will have the opportunity to tamper with them again p>

Serena gave a slight nod. “Good p>

She shifted her gaze to her still-stunned teammates. “Go find your clothes. One rack is the Competition Gear, and the other is

the Gala Attire. Your names are embroidered on the tags p>

The group finally snapped out of their daze, practically rushing over to the racks.

Upon closer inspection, their eyes went wide.

Just looking at the designs of the Competition Gear and Gala Attire left them entirely in awe.

The Competition Gear featured a sleek, modern Elyndorian aesthetic.

The primary colors were ink-black, crimson, and dark gold.

Set against a deep black and crimson base, the shoulders and cuffs were traced with dark gold threading that formed breathtaking imposing patterns of soaring dragons and seas of clouds.

It wasn’t flashy, but under the light, the threads shimmered subtly, radiating an undeniable sharpness and power.

Wearing this gear wouldn’t just look tailored and sharp; it carried an aura of absolute authority unique to Elyndor.

The Gala Attire, designed specifically for the opening ceremony, was even more spectacular.

It elevated Elyndor’s cultural beauty to new heights.

The men’s suits were a modernized high-collar design.

The cut was tall and commanding, the colors steady and grand. The shoulders and collar were embroidered with subtle dragon motifs, while the cuffs featured faint golden clouds, perfectly blending formal elegance with a striking edge.

The women’s Gala Attire consisted of a modernized Elyndorian gown.