Elder Tuhan, wounded but alive from his encounter with Chinye and Lim Kris, hurriedly returned to the Fire Clan's stronghold. Bowing low before the Fire Clan leader, his voice trembled as he recounted the events at the Water Clan temple.
"Clan Leader," Elder Tuhan began, his face pale from exhaustion, "the two individuals who infiltrated the temple are none other than the surviving princesses of the Water Clan Chinye and Lim Kris. But…" He paused, his tone turning grim. "They wield powers beyond imagination. One displayed techniques, if im not wrong it is from the Ancient Lightning Clan, and the other from the Ancient Sword Clan. It's as if they've tapped into a forgotten legacy."
The Fire Clan leader, a towering figure radiating pure dominance, furrowed his brows. His crimson robes flared as he rose to his feet, his presence silencing the gathered elders around him.
"Impossible!" the leader growled. "The Ancient Clans were eradicated eons ago. How could they possess such techniques?"
Elder Tuhan bowed even lower, sensing the brewing anger in his master. "I do not know, my lord, but their strength is real. They have become a threat we can no longer ignore."
The leader's eyes glinted with rage as his voice thundered through the hall. "They're nothing but insects. They'll be dealt with along with the mysterious man at the Dead Mountain. Tell me, is everything ready for tomorrow's assault?"
Elder Tuhan nodded quickly, his tone filled with certainty. "Yes, Clan Leader. Every warrior stationed at the Water Clan has been assembled. They are armed and prepared. The elders and senior warriors have been briefed, and we are ready to unleash our full might against the Dead Mountain."
The leader's lips curled into a sinister smile as he clenched his fist. "Good. Gather everyone warriors, elders, and seniors. I want them ready at dawn. Tomorrow, the Dead Mountain falls, and the so-called mysterious man will face his end!"
By nightfall, the Fire Clan's stronghold buzzed with activity. The sound of sharpening blades and loading weapons filled the air. Bonfires burned brightly as warriors prepared for battle, their faces resolute and fierce.
Elder Tuhan stood silently to the side, his eyes fixed on the preparations. Though confident in the Fire Clan's strength, the memory of Chinye's lightning and Lim Kris's swordplay haunted him.
Can we really conquer the Dead Mountain without casualties? he thought grimly.
The Fire Clan leader, meanwhile, addressed his warriors from a raised platform. His voice, amplified by his fiery aura, resonated through the encampment.
"Tomorrow, we march on Dead Mountain to eliminate the mysterious man and all who serve him! No one will survive our wrath! Our fire shall consume their mountain and their hope!"
The crowd erupted in cheers, their chants echoing into the night. Flames danced higher into the sky, as if answering the Fire Clan's call for destruction.
As the night deepened, Elder Tuhan couldn't shake a sense of unease. Though the warriors seemed unstoppable, something about the mysterious man and his disciples lingered in his thoughts.
"I've never met power like theirs before," he muttered to himself, recalling the fearsome techniques of the two princesses. "They may not be as simple as the leader thinks…"
Still, with dawn approaching, Elder Tuhan had no choice but to push his doubts aside. The Fire Clan would march, and come what may, the Dead Mountain would either fall… or prove to be their undoing.