Gathering Storms Beneath the Martial Arena
The Ancient Martial Arts Conference finally arrived.
Morning sunlight spread across Valemont like flowing gold, illuminating the towering buildings and old stone streets of the city. Yet beneath the calm appearance of the bustling metropolis, an invisible tension had already begun tightening around the Old Martial Arts world.
As per tradition, this year it was the Lockheart Family's turn to host, so the venue was naturally the Lockheart Family Martial Arts Hall.
The Lockheart Family Martial Arts Hall stood on the outskirts of Valemont like an ancient beast rooted firmly within history. Massive crimson pillars supported the entrance hall, while black-and-gold banners fluttered gently beneath the morning wind. Rows of red lanterns hung overhead, swaying softly as disciples moved busily around the venue preparing for the arrival of guests.
The scent of incense mixed with tea leaves lingered faintly in the air.
