The first light of dawn spread across the sky like spilled gold.
The air was thick with anticipation. Every clan stood ready, clad in their battle colors—Wei's white and pink, Yun's white and blue, Tang's gold and silver, Gu's dark blue and silver, Wu's red and purple, and the ominous red and orange of the Ling Clan waiting across the field.
Leaders gathered on the high ground overlooking the battlefield.
Wang San stood beside Yun Zhan and Wei Xie, his usual mischievous smile replaced by fierce determination.
Wei Liang gently adjusted San's cloak.
"Be careful out there, San."
San nodded, his eyes scanning the horizon.
"Don't worry. This fight ends today."
Yun Zhan's gaze was steady but cold.
"We fight not just for our clans, but for the future of all."
Suddenly, a crimson banner rose on the distant field—Ling Clan's flag—fluttering fiercely in the wind.
The drums of war began to beat.
With a collective breath held, the clans prepared to charge.
The war had begun.