The clamor of conversation dimmed, like a tide pulling back before a crashing wave.
The majority of the eyes turned as the grand entrance parted with shimmering lights, and two processions strode into the icy venue that barely contained their overwhelming presence.
On one side, the flames of radiance rippled through the hall as they fell on the floor, glittering feathers that eventually dispersed. A palanquin of golden jade was borne by spirit attendants whose bodies shimmered with fire-imbued soul energy.
Upon the palanquin sat figures of the Prismatic Soul Phoenix Clan, their eyes glowing as if holding entire realms within. Each exhale released faint threads of colored flame that refused to disperse.
