The Fire Festival

As I made my way back to the Crimson Ward, my eyes were drawn to the distant city of Blackpool. To my surprise, the once-dull city was now a vibrant spectacle of color and light. The sky was filled with multicolored flames that danced and flickered, casting a warm glow over the cobblestone streets below. The torches lining the streets were of varying hues, ranging from bright red and orange to deep blues and purples, and their flickering light brought the cobblestones to life.

Men, women, and children of all ages moved in perfect harmony to the beat of the drums, a rhythm that was nearly infectious. The drums resounded through the air, racing across the towering buildings, rising high and low for all to hear, creating a sense of unity and togetherness.