As the first light of dawn broke over the horizon, the remnants of the warehouse felt like a distant nightmare, its shadows fading with the night. Wei, Ming, Jiro, and Kai stood outside, catching their breath in the crisp morning air. The sun painted the sky in hues of orange and pink, but a heaviness lingered in their hearts.
"What now?" Ming asked, her voice barely above a whisper. The adrenaline from the battle was fading, replaced by the weight of their victory and the unresolved pain of their pasts.
"We need to lay low for a while," Kai replied, wiping sweat from his brow. "The cult will be disoriented, but they won't be gone for long. We are just dealing with the smaller sections of the shadow sect, there is a bigger group out there, a more powerful one. We should regroup and plan our next steps."
"Do you think they'll retaliate?" Jiro asked, concern etched on his face.
