The Sect Master summoned Tian Shen to his post at first light.
"We have received word," he said, his voice low but carrying its weight. "The foreign army grows by the day. Entire clans displaced by corruption seek refuge—but others have been swallowed whole. The enemy spreads like shadow across the ridges."
Elder Su, seated beside him, added quietly, "Their formation patterns are shifting. They adapt quickly, learning from each encounter. We cannot rely on brute defense alone."
Sect Master Feilun's gaze locked with Tian Shen's. "You have seen their tactics. Tell us—what must be done?"
Tian Shen stood, his presence radiating calm intensity. "We must do more than brace. We must anticipate. We must train our minds, temper our spirits, and weave bonds that no corruption can unravel."
A murmur ran through the elders. Some frowned. Others nodded slowly.
"Do you propose…" began Elder Mu, suspicion lining his brow.
