High above the clouds, atop the supreme summit of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion's central peak, the grand administrative palace stood in solemn, ancient majesty. For an entire day and night, an atmosphere of suffocating tension had enveloped the entrance to the Branch Leader's private audience hall.
The Chief Master of the Alchemical Pavilion—a towering authority within the mountain's hierarchy—had been relentlessly demanding a personal audience with the commander of the frontier.
