The morning sun split the mist hanging over the Phoenix Range, its light falling upon the Sky Fair Arena like the heavens themselves were watching.
The syndicate elders raised their wands into sky. Ten colossal pillars of pure spirit light rose into the sky, each marked with a shimmering number from one to ten.
The crowd filled every corner of the mountain terraces, voices buzzing with anticipation. This was no ordinary round—this was the decisive ranking test that would determine the true contenders for glory.
One of the elders, robed in fire-patterned crimson, lifted himself into the air. His voice, amplified by spells, thundered across the entire mountain:
"Disciples, step forward. Choose the light of the rank you desire. Your choice will decide your path in this tournament!"