"There were students who showed promise in spiritual cultivation suddenly dropping out. Instructors who pushed back against the lack of certain training methods disappearing to other posts. Artifacts went missing from expedition reports, usually with someone taking the fall for it exceptionally quickly."
Twirling her Mist into a foggy figure that was similar to herself, if her hair had been chopped short, Nojuste raised her hand to its 'neck' and gripped to disperse it. Flicking the condensation off of her fingers, she turned around to face the person she'd come to find and talk to about all of this. With so much corruption in the nobility and outside of it, allies were few.
"It took me time to piece it together because my sister's dying words were rather revealing, but still lacking. Getting caught in the middle of a bandit suppression mission I happened to be on was bad luck for her, she claimed."
"You killed her yourself?"
