The tension in the air was palpable as Madam Frost, known for her unwavering resolve, stood her ground against Nina, the formidable elder of the Rose Petal Sect. The crowd, sensing the escalation, retreated as Nina unsheathed her slender rank 4 sword, its blade emanating a chilling aura mingled with the scent of roses.
"Move..."
Madam Frost, undeterred, drew her own sword in response. The two women, symbols of their respective sects' pride and power, stood ready for conflict, their weapons shimmering in the morning light.
"Stop..."
Just as the first strike seemed imminent, a thunderous voice echoed through the camp. "Stop!! Stop!" The Dany Sect elders, figures of authority in the region, hastened into the scene, their expressions marked with urgency and concern.
Elder Ming of the Dany Sect stepped forward, his voice commanding attention. "What is the meaning of this disturbance? Explain yourselves at once!"
