By the time that the sun set, the entire mountainside was looking more like an outdoor concert venue than a desolate, frozen pile of stones in the middle of no man's land. Hundreds of Fae and Demons had gathered for the celebration, bringing food, drinks, entertainment, and even gifts.
It was accepted that if you were not at least Rank Six, you should bring a present to suck up to the new power. But if you were Rank Six, it was considered good luck to attend, as the superstition was that someone who attended would be blessed with a breakthrough and be the next Saint or Overlord.
It seemed a bit silly to Wolfe, they were at the peak of Rank Six already, obviously they were the ones who would break through next, but both groups maintained that the ones who remained as shut ins and didn't attend the breakthrough parties would remain stuck at rank six longer than they should have.
