Understanding

The Silver Flame Sect's inn, a grand establishment suited for such a prestigious group, was blanketed in the quiet hum of night. The faint crackle of distant embers and the soft murmur of disciples conversing filled the air. The disciples, exhausted from the intensity of the tournament, were settling into their routines when it happened. 

A sudden roar. 

Not a roar of a beast or a person, but a deep, guttural rumble like the earth itself had awakened. It was followed by a surge of heat that spread like a wildfire, washing over the inn in an instant. 

The walls trembled, and an explosion of fiery light erupted from one of the upper rooms, briefly illuminating the night sky. Flames danced against the windows, casting flickering shadows across the hallways. The air grew thick with mana, heavy and suffocating, as an overwhelming aura swept through the inn. 

"What—what is happening?" a disciple stammered, his voice trembling.