The Foundation Festival arrived beneath clear autumn skies, and for the disciples of the Celestial Academy, it was the grandest celebration of the year. Colorful banners stretched between the floating islands, snapping gently in the breeze, while spirit beasts flew freely across the heavens, their bright scales catching the morning sun. Music echoed from every plaza, weaving together into a bright, chaotic harmony that seemed to fill the entire sky. Every Hall displayed its proudest achievements for the gathered crowds. The Flame Hall forged living sculptures of fire that danced and reshaped themselves above the heads of delighted onlookers. The Spirit Hall performed miraculous healing arts, drawing gasps from visitors who had never seen wounds close in an instant. The Shadow Hall demonstrated silent movement techniques, disciples appearing and vanishing between one blink and the next, drawing scattered applause and startled laughter in equal measure.
