God of Mist

Chapter 35: Sun Treading Sect 8

That night, the breeze whispered softly, piercing the thick silence of the wilderness. Behind a dark curtain, a secret lurked: the headquarters of the Third Leg Sect. The name was odd, yet its peculiarity paled in comparison to the malevolent aura that enveloped the souls of its adherents.

Inside a dimly lit chamber, Goba, the sect leader, appeared tense and irate. His sharp eyes glinted off the glass, mirroring the tempest of fury within him. Clutched in his hand was a letter, the contents of which had ignited his volatile emotions.

"Four days... four days without a word!" he barked, his voice rough with fury. "And now, you bring news of their demise?"

In the room's shadowy corner, several figures garbed in black stood rigidly, their heads bowed, avoiding direct eye contact with their formidable leader. Among them, a particularly seasoned member mustered the courage to step forward.

"Master, the outcome was unforeseen. We faced an unexpectedly formidable adversary," he said, his voic