The first rays of sunlight crept over the horizon, setting the skies ablaze with gold and crimson. The entire Sixth Heaven buzzed with excitement, like a hive ready to erupt. It was finally here—the day of the final bout. Crowds swarmed toward the Grand Heaven Arena, a colossal structure that stood proud, built atop ancient, mystical foundations. Fireworks lit the sky in dazzling bursts, painting streaks of color across the dawn, celebrating the start of a day that would change everything.
However, amidst the vibrant chaos, one oddity caught everyone's attention—a peculiar, unsettling sight that sparked murmurs among the masses.
High above the arena, where seven towering statues stood as symbols of honor and history, the seventh statue—one that had been damaged long ago—was now hidden beneath a thick khaki veil. It billowed gently in the morning breeze, giving it an eerie, almost ceremonial presence.
"Look at that!" a spectator gasped. "They've fixed it!"
