The ten stone pillars rose from the arena floor like jagged fingers of a titan, reaching toward the vault of the sky.
Each pillar was crowned with a magnificent throne carved from spiritual obsidian, and upon those thrones sat the ten figures who represented the apex of the Shen Clan's current martial heritage.
Seven men and three women—each a storm of latent power, their auras manifesting as visible flickers of lightning, fire, and frost.
Xiao Nanan, hovering on her crystalline sword, gestured grandly toward them, her voice booming with infectious energy.
