"Silence please."
A field of green grass stretched for as far as the eye could see, radiant blue skies hanging overhead, clouds lazily drifting across it, pulled by soft and soothing winds that swept across the plains.
The terrain rose and fell in small valleys and hills, flowers blooming across peaks and nadirs alike, the fragrant scent of pollen filling the air.
It was a beautiful sight.
At the peak of one of the bigger hills, a group of children sat—little boys and girls, all wearing the same robes; blends of white and bronze fabric, cuffs embroidered with roaring dragons and collars of soaring phoenixes.
The most shocking thing, though, was that every single child present was at the very peak of the Ex-Rank, the absolute zenith of the first step of ascendancy.
Yet none bore any visible spark characteristics.
They all seemed like regular, normal little boys and girls, giggling and gossiping amongst one another, almost oblivious to the torrential power flowing within them.
