Mira's audacity sent ripples of shock throughout the gathered crowd.
As soon as she spoke, the Spire turned into a battlefield. The initial shock wore off, and everyone began unleashing their respective skills. The skies above the Spire were painted with beams of radiant lights and raging elements as techniques and spells were cast.
For some, alliances had been made in anticipation of this moment. Groups of cultivators combined their strength to form protective barriers, shielding themselves from rogue attacks while launching coordinated assaults on others.
Mira, not one to wait for enemies to strike, darted through the scene like a wraith.
Mira moved with a lethal grace that was almost mesmerizing. The glint of her scythe shimmered in the ethereal light, becoming an extension of her will.
As she navigated the battlefield, her target was clear: the weaker combatants.
