Lyon and his group stood near the ancient Gong of Thousand Lords, the mountain air tinged with an otherworldly stillness. Moonlight bathed the clearing, casting an ethereal glow on the moss-covered stones and the towering trees that surrounded them.
The night breeze whispered through the forest, carrying a subtle chill that sent shivers down their spines. The distant hum of insects provided an eerie soundtrack to the mysterious setting. The bonfire from the earlier festivities had simmered down to glowing embers, flickering like lost stars.
Cecile leaned against a moss-covered rock, her eyes distant as she recalled, "Liu was a prodigious disciple, a master of stealth and infiltration. He could disappear into the shadows seamlessly."
