"Except for Azraeth V'Khorath, none of the other imprisoned demons could withstand the power of the formation," one of the elders said.
"It won't be long before they are reduced to nothing but ashes," he continued.
"It is thanks to you—Ehan—that these rampant demons will finally be purged."
Another elder stepped forward, reverence shining in his eyes. "Today, on behalf of the disciples of Azure Sky Peak who perished at the demon's claws, I express my deepest gratitude to you, Ethan."
With that, he bowed deeply, hands respectfully joined.
One after another, the other five elders followed suit, their stern faces uncharacteristically softened in solemn respect.
The war between the Azure Origin Dao Sect and the demons of Blackspire Mountain had raged for millennia.
Countless disciples had fallen—their sacrifice etched into the sect's very bones.
Hatred and longing for vengeance burned in every heart that fought against these tormentors.
