The afternoon sun blazed high above the sky, spreading its golden light across the sprawling Sanatan Flame Sect. The sky was crystal clear, endless and vast, as though the heavens themselves were watching over the sect grounds. A faint warmth lingered in the air, while the courtyard shimmered with sunlight, reflecting against the polished tiles and marble statues of legendary warriors that decorated the sect's entrance.
Shaurya stood there in the heart of the courtyard, gazing upward. His sharp eyes narrowed slightly at the brilliance of the sun, as though he were measuring his own brilliance against it. Then, in a dramatic motion, he reached into his robe and pulled out a pair of sleek black sunglasses. With a casual flick, he wore them, the lenses catching the sunlight and flashing faintly.
