The next day, the clans' council was interrupted by the arrival of an unexpected visitor—a mysterious figure cloaked in shadow, who carried an insignia that none of them recognized. His features were sharp and otherworldly, and his aura seemed to vibrate with ancient energy.
"Who are you?" Shenlong demanded, tensing at the stranger's powerful presence.
The stranger gave a faint smile. "I am Lin Xiu, an emissary from the Hidden Realm. Our realm has watched the rising darkness of the Black Veil Sect, and we, too, understand the threat they pose."
Shenlong's eyes narrowed. The Hidden Realm was the stuff of legend, a world said to exist parallel to their own, home to ancient bloodlines and powerful mystical arts. "Why reveal yourselves now?"
"Because the Black Veil Sect seeks to disrupt the balance of all realms," Lin Xiu replied gravely. "Their ambitions reach far beyond your realm alone. Our realm has remained silent, but if the Crimson Altar awakens, it will unravel both our worlds."
Qin Zhen exchanged a look with the other clan leaders. This alliance could turn the tide of the war, but they all knew that accepting the Hidden Realm's aid came with its own risks. Shenlong, however, sensed that Lin Xiu's words were genuine; the emissary's resolve reflected a deep, shared purpose.
"Then let's join forces," Shenlong agreed, extending his hand. "If the fate of both realms depends on it, we have no choice but to stand together."
Lin Xiu nodded, sealing their alliance. "Then prepare yourselves, for the Black Veil Sect is far stronger than you can imagine. And there are darker secrets within their ranks that you must be ready to face."