It was the beginning of a starry and luminous night at the Three Extremes Sect. All the main cultivators of the sect were gathered with the major clans. They had been discussing for days the terrifying news they had received and its grim consequences.
The twelve families, considered supreme gods to them, had been completely destroyed. The winners were those from the desert city, while they, even if forced, had been on the losers' side. The winners always sought retaliation against all surviving enemies; everyone trembled in terror before this indisputable fact. They were on the brink.
Desperate, they sought a solution, and soon they explored all the connections of their youngest elder, Ruri. Everyone she had a good relationship with in the major clans had died in the war. Until a black elf remembered a fact they had luckily discovered from one of the few survivors of the war.
