The morning sky over the Sky Fire Arena was a canvas of blazing red clouds, the dawn itself seeming to ignite in anticipation of the grand finals.
The colossal arena was already overflowing with spectators. Sect elders, clan masters, and envoys from distant realms had all gathered, their robes gleaming with spirit light.
Drums thundered, horns blared, and a cascade of spiritual fireworks painted the skies in gold and violet.
Young maidens from the Eternal Snow sect descended on lotus-shaped platforms, scattering petals of flame orchids. Their dance traced spirals of fire and mist in the air, a celebratory welcome to honor the beginning of the finals. Cheers erupted, shaking the very formation pillars beneath the arena.
"Magnificent!" a middle-aged elder from the Steel Saber Clan roared with laughter, clutching his wine gourd. "Only the Phoenix Range could put on such a spectacle."
