Thale calls out summon and his army of 1000 cultivators appears in front of him.
Thale stood in awe as the last syllable of his command echoed throughout the dark room. A moment of silence passed before he heard a soft rustling sound as if the air was torn apart. Then, in an instant, a sea of cultivators appeared before him, filling the room with a deafening roar.
At first, Thale could only make out a sea of bodies, each one a blur of colours and shapes as they jostled for space. But as his eyes adjusted to the chaos, he began to pick out individual cultivators. There were old men and women, some with wrinkled skin and stooped backs, while others were young and full of energy. There were tall cultivators and short ones, broad-shouldered and slender.
