Dawn broke over Steel Talon City as crowds poured into the massive arena. Merchants hawked their wares from wooden stalls, the scent of grilled meats and spices mingling with metallic tang from the forges. Banners of the Eight Clans fluttered in the morning breeze, but stood prominently were the purple serpent of the Viper Clan and the iron beast of the Talons.
In the noble's viewing box, Lady Jiao sat with perfect posture, her emerald robes a stark contrast to the sea of steel armor below. Elder Yao stroked his beard while absorbed in a conversation with Shadowmaster Ren, whose dark clothing seemed to absorb the morning light. Lady Ying's golden fan caught the sun as she observed the gathering crowd with keen interest.
