The sky that was approaching dusk glowed with a dark sea blue overwhelming the skies and the horizon was dazzling Tuscon gold with faint hints of light red.
But as the pillars on each clan lit up the peaceful skies were suddenly covered in a myriad of red and blue like the explosion of fireworks taking over the skies like the fourth of July.
A lot of Nocru had no idea what was happening as most of them had no idea what these stone pearl white pedestals were. All they knew was that it was passed down from generation to generation that this pedestal was not meant to be touched or moved.
Most clans had effectively erased this part of history when educating their young clan members. They would only pass it on to the future calm leader who would also pass it down in turn.
