As the moon cast a silver glow across the valley, Shenlong gathered his core allies under the stars for a final oath. The weight of the upcoming battle loomed heavy in the night air, yet every eye gleamed with fierce determination.
Yan Mei, her voice steady but intense, broke the silence. "We fight for more than just ourselves tonight. We fight for the future of our realms, for the honor of our families, and for the countless lives the Black Veil Sect threatens."
Beside her, Lin Xiu raised his hand, the quiet power of his presence demanding attention. "The Hidden Realm has endured darkness before, but never have we faced an enemy as ruthless as Mo Tian. For our realms to survive, he must fall."
Shenlong stepped forward, his gaze hard yet inspiring, and spoke with conviction. "Tonight, we stand not as clans or realms but as one force. We are united by purpose, and no darkness can overcome that unity. For our fallen, for our families, and for the future generations, we will see this battle to the end."
He extended his hand, and, one by one, each ally joined in, creating an unbreakable circle of commitment. They vowed in unison, their voices ringing through the valley, echoing their resolve. This was more than just an alliance—it was a promise to protect, to defend, and to emerge victorious.