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Last Stand Beneath Crimson Skies
Below the walls of Water Dragon City, thousands of exhausted soldiers looked down, their faces blank as unmarked gravestones, all hope lost like scattered ashes. Their once-gleaming armor now dented and stained with the evidence of their desperate struggle against overwhelming odds."I don't know how much longer we can hold out," a soldier lamented in a despairing voice as he gazed towards the dark horizon where enemy campfires burned like malevolent stars in the pre-dawn gloom. "The city is already destroyed, and we're just waiting for death to come and claim us, one by one."The companion beside him, his face half-hidden beneath a cracked helmet that had saved his life three times already, referring to the crowd of Golden Sun Empire soldiers outside, replied with a voice as hollow as an empty well. "How could we possibly face them? They're too strong, like demons from the ancient legends! Just look, they're waiting just to conquer us, playing with us like a cat with a wounded mouse.
Rallying for Water Dragon’s Defense
"Your presence will greatly help all practitioners' fight against the Golden Sun Country's attack," Ye Qing added, his voice hopeful like the first birdsong after a long winter. His hands, calloused from years of sword practice, trembled slightly with emotion.The four disciples immediately bowed down, prostrating themselves to ask for Eadric Rong's favor, their foreheads touching the sand that still retained the day's warmth. Their weapons lay before them as offerings, blades gleaming in the starlight."Rise up," Eadric Rong said as he shook out his loose sleeves that shimmered with embedded protective talismans. "There's no need to beg and worship. I'm not a god," he added with a friendly smile that soothed their hearts like cool water on a fever."Now tell me, where should I start helping you fight the Golden Sun army?" asked Eadric Rong, standing with his back to the moonlight that created a halo around his slender figure. The impression he made instead seemed majestic, like a god
The Immortal Known as White Mask
"My name is Eadric Rong," the figure said as he scratched his head, his slender fingers moving through hair as black as midnight ink, as if reminiscing about the distant and memorable past that stretched beyond mortal comprehension."Sometimes people call me the Little Priest. There are also those who call me the Little Priestess. It's been a long time since I've heard that name."Du Ba breathed a sigh of relief at the confession, his tense shoulders relaxing like mountain snow melting under spring sunlight. The cool desert breeze carried the scent of rare medicinal herbs from Eadric's robes, a fragrance known only to cultivators of the highest order."Ah, it's Priest Guo..." he said with a faint smile that softened his weather-beaten face. His knowledge of the Daoism that only exists in Longhai Continent makes him confident that this young priest is an ally, not a threat from Podura Continent."Priest Guo... Taoist Master Guo?" asked Ye Qing, his expression full of question marks lik
Final Bastion.
The atmosphere around the city was increasingly gloomy, as if even the sky felt the enveloping despair that hung over the defenders like a shroud. The blood-red color staining the horizon was disproportionate to the passage of time—it was only early morning, and the sun should have appeared from the eastern horizon with golden promise, not this crimson portent of doom.Beneath the walls of Water Dragon City, thousands of exhausted soldiers looked down, their faces blank as unmarked gravestones, all hope lost like scattered ashes. Their armor, once gleaming with pride, now dented and stained with the evidence of their desperate struggle."I don't know how much longer we can hold out," a soldier lamented in a despairing voice as he gazed towards the dark horizon where enemy campfires burned like malevolent stars. "The city is already destroyed, and we're just waiting for death to come and claim us, one by one."The companion beside him, his face half-hidden beneath a cracked helmet that
Arrival of the Young Master.
"Who's there?" Du Ba's voice dominated the silent night, carrying the authority of his position and experience. A flash of silver instantly lit up as he drew his sword, Autumn Frost, ready to fight again if needed. The blade hummed with a faint resonance, as if eager to taste blood once more.The clatter of other weapons soon followed, filling the cold night air with the promise of violence. The three Miao disciples already held their respective weapons, their eyes fixed on the figure coughing in the darkness, muscles tensed like drawn bowstrings.Instead of answering, the figure coughed even more, the sound echoing across the dunes as the desert wind picked up, swirling sand around them like a protective veil, adding to the mystery of the night. The moonlight seemed to dim, as if reluctant to reveal the stranger's identity."Sir, who are you? And when have you been there?" asked Du Ba in a suspicious tone, his eyes narrowing as he appraised the figure. He glanced at his three younger
The Sha Tuo Disciples’ Desert Vigil.
Night had fallen, and the moonlight fell softly in the center of the Hadarac Desert, its silver rays like celestial blades cutting through the darkness. Its ethereal glow enveloped the four figures of Sha Tuo disciples from the Miao tribe, creating long shadows on the cold sand that danced with each gentle breeze.The night sky was clear with no clouds to obstruct the view, a vast canvas of midnight blue adorned with countless stars that twinkled like scattered diamonds. Everything was clearly visible even though it was the first bell, or 11pm, as if the heavens themselves wished to witness what would unfold below.As the oldest disciple with the greatest skill, Du Ba opened his eyes first, the moonlight reflecting off his irises like twin pools of quicksilver. His weathered face, marked with the scars of countless battles, revealed the wisdom that came with years of hardship.He felt the softness of the night touching his skin, giving him a bit of coolness amidst the pain that still
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