Today was an important day. Today was the Clan Gathering.
In the middle of a snow-filled desert, a grand arena of white marble stood proudly, its imposing structure stark against the chaotic snowstorms swirling and roaring around it.
The marble shimmered faintly under the filtered sunlight, a beacon of civilization amidst the untamed elements.
Within the arena's vast stands, countless groups gathered, numbering in the millions.
This was no ordinary gathering—it was the culmination of years of preparation and ambition. Subordinate clans of the Timeless Alliance huddled together, their gazes filled with hope and desperation.
For them, the stakes were immense. If their Heirs were chosen as Scion, the fates of their lowly clans would transform overnight. Power, influence, and resources awaited those who ascended through their heirs.
