Mavis stepped forward, his easygoing demeanor shifting to one of quiet determination as he entered the glowing brand. The ethereal light wrapped around him, reacting immediately to his immense power. The glow began to change, rainbows of colors shimmering brilliantly across the arena. It was a breathtaking display—a true testament to his cultivation. This was the pinnacle, the Celestial Realm.
The storm element, his affinity, surged around him, swirling in powerful gusts that whipped through the arena. Winds raged, carrying with them the promise of storms untold, and for a moment, Mavis seemed almost weightless, as if the winds themselves had lifted him above the ground. His loose robes flared dramatically in the tempest, and the crowd erupted into wild cheers. The energy was palpable, a wave of excitement crashing through the spectators.
