The 18th had arrived.
The dawn broke over Valor City with a sky so clear it looked like polished sapphire. There wasn't a single cloud to mar the horizon, as if the heavens themselves had been swept clean for the events about to unfold.
From the earliest hours of the morning, the city was vibrating with an almost frantic energy. It was the "Big Day"—the day of the legendary feast at The Sky Citadel. Whether they were office workers preparing for their morning commute, families gathered around breakfast tables, or students in university dorms, everyone was glued to their devices. News sites were being refreshed every few seconds, and social media was a tidal wave of hashtags related to the summit. Everyone hungered for a glimpse of the splendor through the live media broadcasts.
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