Second year, twelfth month of the Covenant.
Above the Whispering Wildlands Peninsula, thunder rolled through the skies, echoing like a drumbeat across realms. Enormous cumulonimbus clouds churned with pale violet lightning, framing the peninsula in an apocalyptic way.
Yet within this storm, serenity was present.
Suspended above the peninsula's second-highest peak, the Empyrean Unification Palace shimmered like a dream. The palace looked like a fire phoenix with a glowing crystal, its open-air structure forming the image of a celestial bird's nest cradling the sky. It glowed softly in hues of crimson, gold, and starlight silver.
The floor was a mirror lake of glowing crystal, every step echoing a burst of heaven and earth energy to aid the guests in their cultivation. Surrounding the altar were half-concentric tiers of floating platforms, shaped like rising lotus petals, each lined with thrones, sky-perches, arrayed by station and stature.
