The first golden rays of dawn pierced through the market area, casting warm streaks of light over the tense crowd. The air itself seemed charged, heavy with anticipation and unspoken whispers.
At the center stood the enormous white tent, as imposing as ever, its size enough to dwarf the surrounding hills. Yet today, a notable change had occurred: all the smaller individual tents that normally clustered around it had been removed, leaving a vast open space that made the main tent's dominance even more pronounced.
Around the colossal structure, a sea of practitioners had gathered.
Every kingdom and race was represented, their auras pulsing with varying intensity—from freshly awakened Rank 1s to the formidable Rank 4s.
They huddled in groups, waiting silently, eyes fixed on the tent, yet none daring to enter. The air was thick with restrained energy, the crowd collectively holding its breath for the moment they would be summoned inside.
