The quiet valley echoed with the sounds of construction as Jihoon and Arin worked tirelessly to create the foundations of their sect. Jihoon used his magic to lift stones and shape wood, while Arin learned to channel her growing energy to aid in their efforts. The first hall, though modest, stood as a symbol of their determination.
One evening, as they rested by the campfire, Jihoon noticed movement in the distance. A young man, ragged and thin, stumbled into the valley. His clothes were torn, and his face bore signs of exhaustion and fear.
"Who's there?" Arin called out, standing protectively in front of Jihoon.
The young man raised his hands in surrender. "Please, I mean no harm. I'm just looking for shelter."
Jihoon studied him carefully. "What's your name?"
"Daehyun," the man replied, his voice trembling. "I was a servant in a martial sect, but I ran away. I couldn't take the abuse anymore."
Arin's expression softened, but Jihoon's gaze remained sharp. "Why come here? This valley is isolated. How did you find us?"
Daehyun hesitated before answering. "I heard rumors... about a man teaching something different. Something powerful. I didn't believe it, but when I saw the lights coming from this valley, I thought it might be true."
Jihoon exchanged a glance with Arin. The sect's presence was already drawing attention. He stood and approached Daehyun. "If you stay here, you'll be expected to learn and contribute. Magic isn't easy, and it's nothing like martial arts. Are you ready for that?"
Daehyun nodded fervently. "I'll do whatever it takes. Just... don't send me back."
Jihoon extended his hand. "Welcome to the Sect of Magic, Daehyun."