Ethan walked with measured, powerful strides toward the highly congested border zone that separated the outer peaks from the inner mountain territory. This grand checkpoint was the absolute dividing line of the branch—to the left lay the sprawling training grounds of the blue-dragon outer disciples, while to the right sat the luxurious pavilions of the elite orange-dragon members.
As Ethan's massive frame approached the heavy steel-reinforced barricades, two stone-faced guards crossed their halberds, their sharp eyes locking onto his deep blue sleeves.
"Halt, disciple," said the guard on the left, his voice echoing with a practiced authority. "You are approaching the restricted inner perimeter. State your business or turn back."
