High atop the Endless Sun Sect's grand citadel, Sect Master Yuan Zhen stood at the edge of the vast balcony that overlooked the sprawling complex below. The gleaming marble halls and sunfire-bathed courtyards sprawled beneath him, bathed in the rich, golden light of the setting sun. It was a view that never failed to fill him with a sense of purpose, of divine righteousness.
He clasped his hands behind his back, his white robes fluttering lightly in the warm breeze, embroidered with the brilliant sun emblem of Bavdall, the Day God, and shining with a lustrous gold sheen in the fading light.
Yuan Zhen, a man who radiated authority, looked every bit the embodiment of the sect he ruled—the sun incarnate, glowing with divine power.
