Fire City was as bright and vibrant as ever.
Fireworks painted the sky in bursts of red and gold while spirit birds danced through the air above the rooftops. Lanterns hung from every corner of the streets, their warm glow illuminating crowds of beastfolk laughing, drinking, and greeting one another.
Some walked loudly through the streets in celebration.
Others moved quietly through the crowds with elegant composure.
In the very center of the city stood a vast sanctuary. A grand manor where an even greater celebration was taking place. Inside, powerful beast cultivators drank and laughed together, the atmosphere no different from the endless festivities of Fire City itself.
Within one of the manor's private chambers sat Yan Wuhen.
He lounged lazily against a pile of soft cushions, a bored expression resting on his handsome face.
Nine tails swayed slowly behind him.
His chin rested against his hand while his elbow leaned against the cushions.
