The wind howled across the ancient plains of the secret realm, sweeping through the fractured stones and whispering between the jagged cliffs. A tense silence hung in the air, disturbed only by the faint hum of spiritual energy rippling through the atmosphere.
Shaurya stepped forward.
Golden threads of aura unfurled from his body with each deliberate stride, shimmering in the air like living embers. His hands remained calmly tucked in his pockets, yet the weight of his presence pressed upon every soul around him. The Elders followed close behind, their robes fluttering as they matched his pace. Disciples of the Sanatan Flame Sect instinctively stepped aside, creating a path for their Sect Master, their eyes filled with awe and reverence.
From the side, Elder Lin Shu glanced toward him with a faint, knowing smile.
"You are looking excited," she said, her tone both curious and teasing. "Did something… happen?"
