Morning arrived sluggishly for many disciples across the Lightning Sect. The night of free drinks and endless revelry had left quite a few nursing sore heads and sluggish movements, but despite the consequences of their celebrations, the coliseum filled just as it had every day before.
Some disciples still clutched cups of herbal tea, hoping to stave off the lingering remnants of their excesses, while others looked far too pleased with themselves, basking in the afterglow of their victories or, at the very least, the knowledge that they had been part of something historic.