My arrival in Yulong was marked by the grandeur of its central tower, a colossal structure that soared to impressive heights. As I observed it, I couldn't help but mentally compare it to the modern megatowers that dotted the New Eden skyline. The city's proximity to the Exiles' Land Dome raised intriguing questions in my mind, but I decided to temporarily set them aside, focusing on the priorities of the moment.
As Zhao's carriage moved away, I took my first steps toward the city. The mist began to form behind me, giving rise to Mei, who gracefully emerged from my cloak. Shortly after, Shen materialized by my side.
"Shen, seek any useful information, something we can leverage. Avoid detection and don't put yourself in unnecessary danger," I instructed Shen, pointing towards the city ahead.
"Understood, Aidan. I'll return shortly with the necessary information," Shen replied before disappearing into the wind, blending with the shadows around him.
I turned to Mei, who awaited my next instructions with a smile on her face. I embraced her, running my fingers through her hair as I shared my next request.
"Mei, delve into Shen's memories about how we can justify our unique appearance, with horns and race. We need to create a convincing narrative to enter the power center of Yulong without arousing suspicion," I explained, aware of the importance of concealing our true nature.
"Understood, Aidan. I'll work on that information and ensure we are adequately prepared for any questioning," Mei said, dissipating into mist after her words.
With both tasks delegated, I proceeded towards Yulong, entering its bustling gates. The incessant activity of the streets, filled with traders, merchants, and ordinary citizens, revealed the vital pulse of the metropolis. The city teemed with opportunities but also hid intrigues and challenges in its alleys.
As I walked through the busy streets, my gaze roamed over the buildings and the peculiar architecture of Yulong. Majestic towers and vibrant markets composed the urban landscape, providing a spectacle of colors and movement. The constant murmur of conversations, the varied scent of spices, and the sound of commercial transactions formed a unique symphony.
I decided to explore the city before delving into its complex politics and society. I entered local markets, observed craftsmen at their trades, and absorbed the multifaceted atmosphere of urban life. Mei, through our mental connection, began to share the information extracted from Shen's memories.
"Yulong is governed by the Nine Pillars, powerful clans that hold great influence in the city. Each clan has its area of dominion and specific responsibilities," Mei conveyed, relaying relevant information for our integration into society.
I continued my exploration, visiting landmarks and emblematic locations in the city. The mist hovered around me, providing a subtle sense of protection. Meanwhile, Shen returned, emerging from the shadows with information about resources and opportunities available in Yulong.
As I observed the bustling market surrounding the city's imposing structure, Yulong's first impression was marked by the grandeur of its central tower, a structure that rose to remarkable dimensions, reminiscent of the modern megatowers of New Eden. The diversity of fruits and exotic goods filled the stalls, standing out for their uniqueness compared to the familiar everyday life of New Eden. However, even in the face of this intriguing scenery, my mind remained focused on the practical need to secure financial resources for the journey ahead.
"Without money, my reach and planning are severely limited. I need to resolve this issue before venturing further," I murmured, determined to find an immediate solution. Despite the temptation to delve into the cultural and physical peculiarities of the local population, the pragmatic pursuit of financial resources was a priority.
"It seems that most inhabitants here share distinctive physical characteristics. Should this influence my approach?" I questioned myself as I advanced towards the commercial center. The variety of people, mostly with pointed ears and some with slightly bluish skin, momentarily captured my attention.
Shen's voice echoed in my mind, interrupting my musings. "Aidan, a significant event is about to take place: the selection of new members for the Order of the Horizon sect." I contemplated the possibilities that this event offered, seeing opportunities that could align with my objectives.
"Alright, see if you can secure an entry for me into this event. I have some plans in mind," I communicated to Shen, using the language that now flowed naturally in my mind, a courtesy of the ability to understand the language obtained through reading his memories.
In front of a weapon shop, I decided to take a brief pause to assess the available options. As I entered, a light bell echoed, announcing my presence. The scent of metal and leather permeated the air, while the attendant, an individual with pointed ears, cast me a curious and suspicious glance.
"Can I help you with something, outsider?" the attendant inquired, curiosity lingering in his eyes. My presence clearly hadn't gone unnoticed.
"I was just taking a look at your goods. I'm new in town and interested in acquiring a quality weapon. What would you recommend?" I asked, seamlessly switching to the local language, a skill acquired during the reading of Shen's memories.
The attendant, now more receptive, gestured towards a row of swords with a broad sweep. "We have a variety of swords in different styles and materials. It all depends on your taste and budget," he explained, pointing to various meticulously forged blades.
As I examined the options, Mei, through our mental connection, began sharing information obtained by Shen during his investigations in the city.
"Participating in this Order of the Horizon event could ensure access to significant resources, including a potential source of funding. However, we must approach this with caution to avoid unnecessary attention."
"The 8 Primordial can't afford prudence on his return," I proclaimed mentally to Mei, a smile dancing on my lips as I contemplated the possibilities ahead.
The sword in my hands felt out of place, an extension that didn't align with my true skill. With a graceful movement, I returned the blade to the shelf, determined to explore other options. I headed for the staves, evaluating each one on display. Most, although light, didn't meet the specific needs I had in mind.
"Do you have the ability to produce something on demand?" I questioned, fixing my gaze on the displayed staves. The attendant responded affirmatively, adding that payment would be made in advance, a predictable formality in such transactions.
I moved on to the bows, but none of them captured my attention significantly. The available weapons were mostly too archaic for my taste. However, I chose a bow to test briefly, along with some arrows and a staff of approximately 1 meter and 30 centimeters. Each selected item was meticulously noted by the attendant, whose curious gaze followed my movements.
"Sir, is there anything else I can present to you?" I inquired as I approached the counter, noticing a shade of disinterest in the attendant's voice. His response, a harbinger of a secret, only heightened my curiosity.
"I have other goods, but nothing that would surely interest your lordship," the man replied, circling the counter to calculate the value of the chosen items.
"I feel like I'm going to need your talents, Mei," I hissed, giving a gentle tap with my foot on the floor. Sensing Mei's presence forming behind me, within my cloak, I headed to one of the chairs and settled in. I decided to reveal my horns and black hair, lowering the hood. Mei, positioned on the counter, reached towards the attendant's face, a seductive mist that seemed to envelop him completely.
"Interesting. If you can convince him to accept our payment, we'll have struck a good deal here," I commented mentally to Mei as I watched the man, whose expression indicated a momentary fascination induced by his interaction with the mist.
Mei, skilled in manipulating others' minds, whispered ethereal words into his consciousness. The attendant, now under the influence of the mist, seemed more pliable and less prone to contest the transaction. While Mei performed her art, I patiently awaited the outcome of the interaction, anticipating the conclusion of this peculiar transaction in Yulong.
"Done," Mei announced as she settled on the counter, swinging her legs. Pleased with the effectiveness of her trick, I placed my hand on her head, tousling her misty hair.
"Good girl."
Surveying the available weapons, I decided to inquire about Mei's proficiency with these instruments.
"What is your skill with weapons?" I asked as I examined the arrows and secured the quiver to my waist.
"None, nothing noteworthy," Mei replied with an adorable pout. I looked at her with a thoughtful gaze, pondering the usefulness of mist in physical combat.
"Is there anything related to our history and race that we should know?" I murmured as I wielded the staff in my hands, testing it once more.
"Our history is already being shaped, and our race will be called Luminar. It is said that we came from the heavens, which will contribute to your portrayal as the 8th Primordial." Mei hissed, holding one of the arrows between her fingers. The idea of creating a narrative for my newly acquired identity began to take shape.
"Alright. How do the locals deal with prophecies? Have you discovered anything about it?" I shifted my focus to the bow, gripping it firmly. The bustling market environment seemed to echo with commercial transactions and conversations, but my attention was entirely devoted to the information Mei could provide.
Mei pondered the question for a moment before responding.
"Prophecies are viewed with great respect here. The Order of the Horizon, in particular, is known for interpreting and following these prophecies with devotion. They believe that they hold the key to understanding the will of the gods and shaping the fate of the region."
"Interesting." The information was valuable and could be useful as I planned my approach in the city.
Now equipped with a bow, arrows, and a staff, it was time to explore other possibilities in the city. I crossed the bustling market, observing the peculiarities of local products and the lifestyle of Yulong's inhabitants.
As I walked, Mei remained in my cloak, curiously observing every detail around us. Shen, the silent one, was still busy with his task of searching for valuable information.
I decided to head to the central square of the city, where news and information flowed like the pulsating heart of Yulong. On the way, I noticed the attention that our peculiar appearance attracted. People whispered among themselves, casting curious glances in our direction.
Upon reaching the square, I spotted a crowd gathered around a local announcer. Drawn by curiosity, I approached, trying to catch the words of the communicator.
"The Grand Selection Event will begin soon! The Order of the Horizon is looking for new talents to join their ranks. The chosen ones will have the opportunity to ascend to new heights of power and knowledge! Registration is open to all who dare to dream big!"
The words echoed through the square, creating a buzz of excitement among the passersby. I could feel the enthusiasm in the air and realized that this would be a unique opportunity for me. The Order of the Horizon seemed to be a central point of influence in Yulong, and participating in this event could open crucial doors for my objectives.
Back in my mind, I communicated with Mei and Shen to discuss our approach.
"Shen, how's the progress?" I sighed, diverting my attention for a moment from the bustle in the central square.
"They plan to hold a grand event, related to the gods, as a blessing for the upcoming cycle of the sect's years, Aidan," Shen informed mentally, his words bringing a genuine smile to my face.
"Perfect, it's time to start planning." I decided to step away from the hustle of the city center, seeking an isolated alley to outline our strategies. I dissolved my body into mist and then reappeared in a more secluded location, alongside Shen and Mei, who emerged from the mist.
"If we're going to do this, we need to stand out," I commented, thinking aloud. "We need impressive clothing, something the Mist can create."
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"Don't worry, I can create something attention-grabbing," Mei assured, floating in the mist with indifference.
"Great. Now, Mei, how much will the energy cost be for this?" I inquired, aware that these grand displays demanded a considerable amount of energy.
"It will be high, but I can prepare something to replenish our energies afterward," Mei assured, casting a serene glance in my direction.
"Alright, we need to make an impact. If I'm going to present myself, it would be interesting to create something similar to Covenant." I reflected aloud, turning to Shen. "Can you create something close to that?"
"I can't replicate Covenant's exact 20 wings, but something similar is definitely possible," Shen replied, staring at me with determination.
Satisfied with the information, I began to mentally conceive the presentation we would make. It was crucial to create a dramatic entrance that would capture the attention of everyone at the Order of the Horizon event.
"Let's start with something bold, something that will mark them forever," I declared, feeling the excitement grow.
Mei and Shen focused, each channeling their unique abilities. Mei enveloped herself in mist, while Shen began shaping his form, creating something grandiose, though different from Covenant's imposing wings.
The mist around me began to take shape again, revealing my body, Mei, and Shen within the cloak. The elaborate clothes and meticulously crafted story were now ready to be presented to Yulong's public. Entering the event would be an easy task, given the lack of effective security measures against a body dissolved in mist.
The gates opened before me, and I advanced calmly into the pulsating heart of Yulong, where the event of the Order of the Horizon was about to begin. It was an exhibition tournament, a competition that divided participants between internal members and visitors. However, my real interest lay in the sacrifice ceremony that would take place at the beginning of the event.
Reaching the top of the grand coliseum, I reformed my solid body, feeling the energy around me being quickly drained. A heavy sensation overcame me, but Mei quickly reassured my fears, explaining that Shen was absorbing energy from others to sustain my presence.
"Mei, are we sure this will work?" I murmured, feeling my body regain vitality as the energy flowed again.
"Shen is doing the work. Trust him." Mei whispered in my mind.
Observing the coliseum fill with spectators and competitors, I realized the importance this event held for the people of Yulong. It was a display opportunity, a celebration of skills and power. I smiled ironically at how smoothly things were unfolding.
"This place is bustling. Seems crucial to them, doesn't it?" I commented as I watched the activity below.
The movement below was frenetic, a mix of colors and sounds that filled the grand coliseum. People from all parts of Yulong gathered to witness the event, eager to see the displays from the members of the Order of the Horizon. As energy flowed into me, I realized I was about to witness something of great importance to the local inhabitants.
The sacrifice ceremony was about to begin, and I wondered about the rituals and traditions of these people. Shen absorbed energy discreetly, taking advantage of the bustle and the crowd to perform the drain unnoticed. My mind was focused on the goal, but a part of me was fascinated by the culture and unique customs of that place.
"Mei, can you understand what they're saying?" I asked as I watched the members of the Order of the Horizon gather to initiate the ceremony.
"Yes, they are talking about the Gods' blessing and the importance of this event for the sect. It seems they believe the ceremony will bring prosperity for the next cycle of years." Mei replied, her voice conveying a touch of disdain.
I kept watching, still feeling the energy flowing into me. Shen continued his discreet work, absorbing the life force of those present. Meanwhile, the ceremony gained rhythm, with chants and dances echoing through the coliseum.
"Let's get ready, Aidan. They are moving to the center stage. The sacrifice ceremony is about to begin." Mei warned, and I mentally prepared for what was to come.
Suddenly, the center of the coliseum lit up, revealing an altar adorned with sacred symbols. Members of the Order of the Horizon began to line up, carrying lit torches. The murmur of the crowd grew into a unison chant, and the atmosphere became charged with an energy that seemed palpable.
The atmosphere pulsed with an electric energy as my body twirled amidst the mist that enveloped me, dancing an ethereal dance of transformation. The expression of extreme concentration on my face contrasted with the subtle smile forming on my lips. My hair, now like a cascade of shadows, fell dramatically over my shoulders, adding a theatrical touch to the scene. The twisted horns adorned my head, and, as I touched the scar that extended from my face to my chest, a slight shiver ran through my body.
The misty clothing materialized in a visual spectacle: a black cape, infused with golden details that shimmered like stars on a stormy night. Parts of armor, with bronze nuances, emerged as a manifestation of my majestic presence. Adjusting my posture, I extended my arms to the sides, as if about to embrace the heavens themselves. A confident and challenging smile appeared, announcing the triumphant entrance of the 8th Primordial.
"May this be the damn entrance of the 8th Primordial." The voice echoed, charged with an enthralling magnetism.
My eyes met Mei's, and words flowed, triggering the next act of our cosmic performance. "Showtime, Mei. Initiate the tribulation." I dissolved my body into mist, unleashing a metamorphosis that transcended the boundaries of human understanding.
The sky responded to our invocation. The once serene clouds now took on grayish hues, diluting the celestial blue into a spectacle of colors echoing our power. At the bottom of the coliseum, the sacrifice ceremony took on a new dimension as participants were consumed by the perception of the beginning of something grand.
The mist was voraciously drained, not only from me and Mei but also from the ecstatic audience in the coliseum. Far from causing discomfort, the massive drainage was celebrated as part of the pact with the divine. A symphony of murmurs and sighs echoed through the crowd, each echo resonating the voluntary participation in the unfolding transcendental connection.
Eyes converged on the main elder, whose arms rose like a conductor leading a divine orchestra. It was the signal for the climax of the tribulation.
The mist, that ethereal entity emanating from Mei and me, began to take shape in the heavens. A gigantic wall, like a cosmic canvas, rose, taking over the firmament. On it, my face covered by mist emerged, a divine apparition wrapped in a mystical halo. The sight was spectacular, a fusion of divinity and mystery, painted in Yulong's gray sky.
The audience, faced with this epic manifestation, couldn't contain their admiration. A reverential silence dominated the crowd, now immersed in a spectacle of cosmic proportions. It was the living representation of the 8th Primordial, the epitome of transcendence, and the audience was utterly captivated by this divine scene. The show had begun, and the impact would reverberate in the minds and hearts of the spectators for generations.
The sky, once a display of grayish colors, became the stage for my celestial rebirth. My voice echoed like thunder, a language unknown to mortal ears. Under the stormy sky, I hovered over the grand coliseum, emanating a divine presence that surpassed the boundaries of human understanding.
As my body materialized, noises and murmurs echoed throughout the arena, like a chaotic symphony being tuned for a unique performance. From the mist emanating from my cloak, Mei and Shen emerged, their rebirths reflecting the grandeur of the event.
Mei, as if sculpted by the flames of hell itself, formed beside me. Fire danced around her, creating a symphony of flames intertwining with her hair. With each crackle of the flames, magma strands formed, revealing a volcanic-looking mane. Her dress, made of pulsating golden mist, exuded a celestial aura that perfectly matched her divine presence. Curved horns adorned her forehead, and 20 points of golden light floated around her, creating an ephemeral constellation. A scar similar to mine marked her face, a symbol of our connection.
Next to Mei, Shen rose imposingly. Golden hair flowed like a waterfall over his broad shoulders. He wore an elegant tunic woven with golden threads that shimmered in the celestial light. The tunic, open on the sides, revealed tan, muscular skin. His intense golden eyes radiated serene determination. The gracefully curved horns were adorned with intricate patterns, symbolizing his celestial lineage. Wings made of pure energy spread majestically from his spine, radiating an ethereal luminosity.
With arms outstretched, I absorbed all the tribulation lingering in the air, descending toward the coliseum with divine majesty. The presence of the 8th Primordial, now accompanied by Mei and Shen, was complete.
"Behold the birth of the 8th Primordial, insolents." I murmured with a smile spreading on my face, the voice laden with a power echoing through the recesses of the coliseum. The audience, once in whispers, fell silent in the face of the celestial spectacle unfolding before their unbelieving eyes. The impact of our divine rebirth was etched in the minds of the spectators, marking this moment in Yulong's history.
Gently touching the coliseum floor, my eyes met the incredulous expressions of the elders, whose whispers filled the air like a persistent buzz. Each of their looks meticulously sought every detail, absorbing the magnitude of my presence, as well as that of Shen and Mei. In the center of the arena, I stood, observing the assembly with a bored expression, fueling the mystery surrounding our appearance.
In a deliberately monotonous gesture, I addressed Mei and Shen in my native tongue, a language echoing mystery and power. The elders, unable to comprehend our words, stared at me with perplexity, their minds stunned by this transcendental phenomenon.
"Begin your performance, Shen," I instructed, maintaining a monotonous tone. Shen's immediate response was a solemn movement, positioning himself as the spokesperson for the divinity we represented.
"The 8th Primordial has acknowledged your sacrifice. He wishes to witness what each of you is capable of achieving, and in return, he intends to bless a champion with his own tutelage, the tutelage of a Primordial," proclaimed Shen gravely, his voice resonating through the coliseum like a divine sentence. Silence took hold of the assembly; whispers ceased, and an aura of anticipation hung over the attendees.
Shen, acting as a messenger, crafted a narrative that echoed through the vastness of the coliseum, capturing everyone's attention. The eyes of the elders were now fixed on Shen, awaiting the next divine words that would shape Yulong's destiny.
The murmurs of the crowd extinguished, replaced by a reverential silence as Shen continued to weave the celestial narrative permeating the coliseum. The elders, initially skeptical, were now suspended in anticipation, captivated by the aura of mystery and power emanating from our presence. Mei's golden flames danced around her, creating a mystical atmosphere that amplified the grandeur of the moment.
While the crowd's attention focused on Shen's proclamation, I maintained my impassive posture, with a gaze that seemed to transcend time. The black cloak that enveloped me fluttered gently, as if echoing the pulse of a divine presence. My eyes, piercing and laden with meaning, swept across the assembly before settling on the elders. In this moment of quietude, the true magnitude of my being began to unfold.
"The divine beings observe each of you with eyes that transcend mortality," Shen continued, raising his voice to encompass the entire arena. "Show your devotion and abilities, and the 8th Primordial will reward those worthy of his blessing."
The coliseum pulsed with palpable energy, fueled by the fervent belief spreading among the spectators. Shen's words resonated like a celestial promise, infusing the hearts of those seeking divine favor.
As the crowd absorbed the message, Shen raised his hands, and the golden mist began to form complex patterns above us. Rays of light radiated from the ethereal designs, creating a dazzling vision unfolding in the gray sky. It was a demonstration of power and control over the divine essence that invoked admiration and respect.
The elders, finally regaining the ability to speak, let their voices echo through the coliseum in a cacophony of exclamations and supplications. Many prostrated themselves, paying homage to the 8th Primordial, while others sought to impress divine eyes with their feats.
I stood in the center of the arena, observing the crowd's reaction and the growing reverence. In my mind, I knew this was just an introduction to the larger game about to unfold in Yulong. Behind the scenes of divinity, I planned to weave the lines that would shape the city's destiny, manipulating its beliefs and aspirations.
Mei floated elegantly by my side, her divine presence shining with celestial intensity. Her eyes, each a sphere of light, swept the crowd, emanating an aura of command and fascination. She was immersed in portraying a deity, a celestial entity transcending mortal conceptions.
"The show has begun," Mei said, her melodic voice resonating in my mind.
"Let them witness what we want them to see," I replied, still maintaining my unchanged demeanor. Behind the scenes of divinity, a manipulation game began, where every move would be calculated to achieve the desired outcome.
While the crowd sought to impress the 8th Primordial, Shen continued to lead the celestial spectacle. His majestic gestures shaped the golden mist into impressive forms, creating symbols interpreted as divine messages. The atmosphere vibrated with the concentrated energy of the coliseum, as if we were about to witness Yulong's own ascension.
As the divine spectacle continued to unfold in the coliseum, one of the elders, a man with a long beard and ornate robes, approached Shen, fascinated by the celestial presence manifesting before his eyes. His eyes reflected a mix of reverence and curiosity.
"Who is this celestial being visiting us?" asked the elder, his voice laden with respect and a touch of awe.
Shen, maintaining divine composure, responded solemnly, "This is the 8th Primordial, an entity revered by celestial beings. His name is so ancient that it cannot be pronounced in this mortal language."
The elder, marveling, continued to observe the celestial spectacle. However, curiosity drove him to seek more information. "But, noble messenger of the 8th Primordial, how should we refer to him? How can we, humbly, invoke his grace?"
Shen, considering the situation, pondered for a moment. "Given that his name is unpronounceable in our language, we will create a more accessible name for ease of communication. From now on, you may refer to him as... Adam."
The elder, perplexed by the response, nodded in agreement. "Adam, the 8th Primordial. May your name be revered for all eternity."
As the crowd continued to marvel at the celestial performance, news of "Adam's" presence spread among the attendees. The new name echoed through the corridors of the coliseum, reaching the ears of all spectators. "Adam, the 8th Primordial," a simplified designation for something that transcended human understanding.
While the spectacle unfolded, the name "Adam" began to be whispered among the inhabitants of Yulong, replacing the unpronounceable title from before. Shen, observing the reactions and the acceptance of the new name, knew that this small linguistic manipulation would aid in creating the narrative he sought to establish in the city.
The elders, eager to please the newly named Adam, quickly organized themselves. Amidst the bustle, the elder who had approached Shen earlier now approached him with profound reverence.
"8th Primordial, Adam," the elder began, "the tournament is about to commence. Allow me to guide you through the traditions and rituals so that everything unfolds according to your will."
I nodded imperatively, granting permission for the elder to proceed with the preparations. Watching closely, I noticed the frenetic movement around me, while Mei and Shen remained by my side, attentive to any needs.
The arena was prepared for the tournament, and the crowds began to settle in the stands. Flaming banners were raised, and the vibrant atmosphere enveloped the coliseum. It was evident that Yulong took the opportunity seriously to showcase its skills before Adam.
With a subtle gesture of my hand, I signaled to Shen that he could start the tournament. The message was conveyed to the elders, and the crowd, realizing the imminence of the event, plunged into excited murmurs.
"The tournament will commence shortly, noble elders. Prepare to showcase your skills before the 8th Primordial, Adam." Shen communicated, his voice echoing through the coliseum. The competitors, now aware of the divine presence, felt a mix of fear and determination.
While the preparation continued, Mei whispered in my mind, "Adam, are you eager to see what these mortals are capable of?"
With a subtle smile, I mentally replied, "Mei, curiosity is something even the divine cannot avoid. Let them show what Yulong has best."
The competitors began to enter the arena, each displaying their unique abilities. Skilled warriors, practitioners of mystical arts, and even conjurers capable of manipulating the elements were present. The diversity of talents was remarkable, and the crowd awaited with anticipation the unfolding spectacle.
Seated on the throne erected for me, I observed each movement attentively, my piercing gaze evaluating the skill and strength of each participant. Shen remained by my side, conveying relevant details, while Mei radiated an ethereal aura reflecting the sunlight that shone upon us.
The tournament began, and competitors faced each other with ferocity, seeking to stand out before the newly arrived Adam. Cheers, applause, and roars from the crowd filled the coliseum, echoing in celebration and recognition.
As the battles unfolded, Shen seized the opportunity to highlight some notable performances. "Adam, observe that skilled sword-wielding warrior or the sorcerer who manipulates flames with mastery. The diversity of these mortals is astonishing."
The tournament was in full swing, and the crowd roared with enthusiasm as two competitors approached the center of the arena. My piercing gaze followed every move, and an aura of expectation hung in the air. Shen, by my side, conveyed the details of the abilities of the warriors about to face each other.
The two fighters were visibly distinct. One, a sturdy warrior, wielded a broad-bladed sword, while the other, an agile martial artist, exhibited graceful and precise movements. The contrast between their approaches promised a captivating confrontation.
Mei, floating beside me, exuded an aura of tranquility, as if appreciating an artistic performance. Her eyes reflected the golden light, following every move of the fighters.
The warrior raised his sword, and the crowd counted the seconds in anticipation. The martial artist assumed a defensive posture, agile and alert. The pre-battle tension hung in the air.
The warrior unleashed the first strike with a powerful movement. The blade cut through the air towards his opponent, but the martial artist skillfully dodged, demonstrating impressive agility. Spectators in the arena and stands reacted with applause and encouraging shouts.
The battle continued with a dance of strikes and dodges. The warrior sought to dominate with his brute strength, while the martial artist relied on agility and refined technique. The crowd was completely engrossed in the intensity of the confrontation, and the atmosphere vibrated with energy.
Mei, still floating by my side, received my words with a cynical smile. Her eyes reflected a mischievous gleam, and the mist around her seemed to pulsate in tune with her excitement.
"You know, Aidan, some families have sent their heirs to this event. There are already those considered heirs among the internal members of the sect. Imagine what they would be willing to pay to secure your blessing for one of them?" Mei teased, and a faint smile curved my lips as I nodded in agreement.
However, as Mei continued her observations, I shared my own thoughts with her. "I've realized that in this intricate hierarchy, we are still at the beginning of the power chain. The narrative of the descent of the 8th Primordial needs to be refined. I want the best among these challengers, Mei, those who can truly stand out."
As I adjusted my posture on the throne, crossing my legs and closing my eyes, Mei, always attentive, grasped my strategy.
"With this, we can expand our influence, recruit dedicated followers, and establish a solid foundation for future steps." I whispered mentally while feigning an appearance of drowsiness. I wanted the elders and participants to think that I was bored or disinterested.
The facade of boredom began to manifest on my face, and the elders around noticed. Mei, aware of the game of influence, intensified the mist around her to reinforce the impression that I was disconnected from the event. We were strategizing to manipulate perceptions.