In the Spirit City, the atmosphere had reached a fever pitch of unbridled celebration.
The entire city was currently bustling with an energy it hadn't seen in centuries.
Tens of thousands of colorful paper lanterns were lit up across every pavilion, casting a warm, festive glow that pushed away the lingering shadows of the war.
Up in the night sky, magnificent fireworks were displayed in rapid succession, painting the dark canvas with brilliant streaks of emerald, crimson, and gold.
Joyous music echoed down every single street of the city, played by hundreds of classical musicians who strummed their guzheng and beat their drums to celebrate a miracle.
They had won.
Against all odds, they had defeated the invaders from the Vast Wilderness.
At this moment, in the grand hall of the Spirit Hall Palace, the atmosphere was filled with joyous laughter and cheers of victory.
