The first light of dawn spilled gently across the horizon, bathing the Sanatan Flame Sect in a golden glow. The sect's sprawling courtyards and elegant stone pavilions seemed almost ethereal beneath the morning light, the tall banners fluttering softly in the crisp breeze. The battle had ended two days ago, yet its memory still lingered faintly in the air. For now, however, peace reigned.
Disciples could be seen scattered around the sect grounds, their postures and expressions far more relaxed than usual. Some sat beneath the shade of ancient trees, chatting in hushed voices and laughing with relief. Others lay sprawled across grassy courtyards or within their chambers, finally catching up on much-needed rest. The sect, once filled with the tension of war, now carried an atmosphere of leisure and quiet healing.
