A stone's throw north of the Central Mansion, a colossal 100-foot depression occupied the landscape, its broad granite steps descending to a grand wooden stage befitting a concert hall. This was the Immortal Skye Amphitheater.
Carpenters labored tirelessly, hammering, sawing, and milling wood to construct additional bleachers above the recess, as the population of Immortal Skye had outgrown the 3,000-person capacity. Amidst the bustle, they listened to an animated cultivator on stage, encircled by Immortal elites.
"BOOOOOOOM!" Mars reenacted, spreading his arms wide. "You should've seen their faces!"
Laughter filled the air as the group listened to him conclude a humorous tale about pranking Vincent Ramble.
"What's the Sky Plane like, Mars?" Sammy inquired, twirling her dark-brown hair around her finger.
