The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows over the scarred landscape as the Beast Taming Sect began their journey home.
The air was thick with the mingled scents of smoke, earth, and the faint tang of lingering spiritual energy.
Though the war was won, the fatigue was etched deeply into the faces of every disciple and elder.
Feng Yin rode at the front, her gaze steady but distant, sword sheathed at her side.
The taste of victory was still sweet, yet tempered by the reality of what lay ahead. Reclaiming the Eastern Region was only the first step.
Tian Shen rode beside her, eyes scanning the horizon with a practiced wariness.
"The Demon Sect's forces may be broken, but there will be others who hear of our victory. They won't let us rebuild in peace."
Feng Yin nodded.
"We've made powerful enemies. But we've also made allies. The sects we sent envoys to—they've sent supplies and scouts to support us on this journey back."
