The sky was dark, heavy with an ominous weight, as if the heavens themselves were watching the battle about to unfold. Dust rose endlessly from the scarred ground, swirling in restless currents under the oppressive silence.
On the Dark Pearl, members of the Sanatan Flame Sect stood silently, their eyes burning with curiosity and anticipation. Among them, Lin Shu's face was pale with worry. She whispered softly, almost as if speaking to herself.
"You have to do it this time, Shaurya…"
The scene shifted.
In the midst of the battlefield, Ye Xuan hovered in the air like a dark omen, while Shaurya stood firmly on the cracked ground, his gaze locked with his enemy's. A faint smile curved his lips, but his eyes carried a cold, merciless death stare.
Slowly, Shaurya slipped off his overcoat and tossed it aside. His disciples, watching from a distance, felt their breaths catch in awe. It was the first time they had seen their master reveal such seriousness.
