As the storm decreased and calm restored to the Murim realm, Mei and her friends surveyed the occurrence of their contend a combination of remedy and tiredness. The already-unlit vaults now emptied, telling the star bright glitteringly overhead, a guide of hope in middle of the chaos.
Though the tangible scars of the battle would cure sooner than expected, the sentimental toll weighed thickly upon bureaucracy. They fretted the misfortune of comrades the one had dead in battle, their sacrifices not lost as they were respected accompanying dignified gift.
But amidst the sorrow, skilled was too a sense of triumph. Mei and her friends had arose winning against the isolation that endangered to expend them, their bond more forceful than always on account of their joint suffering.
As they went to the injured and began the process of restoring what had happened wasted, Mei experienced that their journey was far from over. The Murim realm still met many challenges, and skilled would forever be new threats hidden in the shadows, forthcoming test their resolve.
But accompanying the light of the Hidden Fist to guide their habit, Mei and her friends confronted the future accompanying courage and conclusion, ready to challenge anything tests lay advanced and preserve the experience they loved accompanying all their substance.