The morning air was crisp and filled with anticipation as the Clark sect gathered to bid farewell to their representatives for the Royal Arena. The sect head, along with several elders and disciples, stood in a semi-circle around the majestic Sky Glider Eagle, ready to send off Ria, Prince Ethan, Eric, and the lady servant chosen for Ethan.
Elder Frost, a figure of respect and experience, was to lead the group. The sect head approached her, a pouch in hand. "Elder Frost, please take good care of our sect disciples," he said, handing her a pouch filled with Grade 4 spirit stones. "These should aid you on your journey."
Elder Frost accepted the pouch with a nod, understanding the weight of responsibility placed upon her. "You have my word, Sect Head. I shall ensure their safety and accommodation."
