"Let's get you to the Hall of Trials," the parrot spirit said, gliding ahead with its usual calm, leading Max through the fiery grandeur of Obsidian Dragon City.
They moved along wide streets paved with black jade tiles, under towering arches and hanging lanterns that glowed with flame essence. The city was alive with power—warriors meditating on rooftops, merchants selling flame-forged artifacts, geniuses sparring with fire-infused weapons—all beneath skies swirled with divine flame energy.
After several minutes of weaving through winding alleys and grand walkways, Max finally arrived before a majestic archway built from obsidian and engraved with golden veins that pulsed faintly.
At its peak, three bold black characters burned into the dark stone like living fire—Hall of Trials.
