The sprawling avenues of the Rising Dragon Sect buzzed with an unnatural, frenzied vitality that looked more like the eve of an enormous festival than the brink of an apocalyptic siege.
Overhead, the sky within the valley glowed with shifting runic projections, a sign of a Formation being activated, casting iridescent blue light over thousands of figures rushing back and forth across the wide stone plazas.
Gathered near the central logistics node beside the grand teleportation array, a small crowd of highest ranking players had formed a dense circle around an open trade stall.
Their glowing user tags floated vividly above their heads in bold, garish fonts.
"Bro, this is literally the climax event of the whole expansion!" shouted a hulking warrior clad in spiky, mismatched bone armor, his tag proudly displaying the name "ILoveBigCritsAndICannotLie".
He slammed a crate of explosive talismans onto the flagstones with a wide grin.
