The sky over Spark Palace hung low today.
Lead-gray clouds pressed heavily upon the rolling palaces. There was no wind, no rain—only a solemnity and grief that penetrated to the marrow of the bone, pervading every inch of the air.
Across the massive plaza, ninety-eight profound-crystal spirit stelae stood in silence like a silent forest. Each stela shimmered with a cold, clear luster, reflecting the gloom of the sky. The forest of stelae was quiet, yet it seemed to echo with the whispers of tens of thousands of heroic souls, converging into an emotional weight that choked the breath.
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