The Pure Land, the Great Heroic Treasure Hall.
As far as the eye could see, auspicious mists filled the sky, guarded by a rainbow's arch. Its spires scraped the high heavens, its foundations rooted in the very heart of Mount Sumeru. Golden tiles and ornate bricks were paved with agate, while from precious halls and jeweled thrones, Spirit Light pulsed.
This was the highest point in all the Pure Land.
Every single day, countless Monks rushed here from all corners of the West to pay homage. It was said to be a place beyond the mundane, where all mortal ties were severed upon arrival.
Yet this celestial paradise was now a scene of earthly clamor. The Arhats, who were normally so lofty and aloof, were now filled with fear, gritting their teeth in rage, or completely flustered. They were a chaotic mess inside the hall, their overlapping voices revealing the full spectrum of mortal drama.
"They're here! They're really attacking!"
"They're mad! They've all gone mad!"
