The atmosphere was thick with tension as the four grandmasters, each bearing the marks of battle, recognized the gravity of their situation. Injuries notwithstanding, they were acutely aware of the valuable intelligence they had gleaned—a responsibility that weighed heavily on them.
As the first leaf of the season gently descended to the forest floor, marking the quiet before the storm, it was as if a silent signal had been given. In that moment, each grandmaster summoned their remaining strength for a strategic retreat, their powers igniting as they prepared to vanish from the battlefield.
Unbeknownst to them, their adversaries harbored identical intentions. Each faction, wrapped in their own urgency, was driven by the singular goal of racing back to their leaders to report the newfound strengths—and potential threats—posed by the other side.
