The sea shimmered beneath the late morning light. Waves rolled in rhythmic harmony, brushing against the golden sands like whispers of eternity. The cries of distant spirit birds echoed faintly, mingling with the soft rustle of the wind that carried the fragrance of salt and herbs.
Amidst this serene beauty, Shaurya stood — the flame of the Sanatan Sect, awake after a month of divine slumber. His aura, though calm, still shimmered faintly with power. Around him, disciples laughed, trained, and basked in the peace they had all earned.
Shaurya's gaze drifted toward Lin Shu, who stood by the shore, her robes fluttering lightly in the breeze as she spoke with Elder Liya and Meng Liyu. The sunlight reflected gently off her hair, giving it a soft golden sheen.
He stepped forward, the sand crunching softly beneath his boots, until he stopped right in front of her. A calm, easy smile curved across his lips — the kind that carried both affection and understanding.
