Hit‑and‑run raids struck the sect army’s outer positions.
Supply storehouses burned. Messenger parties were intercepted. Lines carrying food and medicine to the front‑line camps grew unstable. The sect army could no longer rest comfortably. They had to spread many soldiers just to guard their own rear areas. Fewer troops remained to storm Azure Ruin’s main walls.
The council elders grew furious. Their huge army was stuck. They could not quickly break the valley, yet they kept losing supplies and men to these swift surprise attacks. Morale among ordinary sect soldiers began to sink. Many questioned whether this costly war was truly worth fighting.
Still, the high elders refused to back down. They gathered their most powerful core fighters. They planned one massive, all‑or‑nothing final assault. Every remaining elite would throw everything they had against Azure Ruin’s main defences. They hoped to overwhelm the valley in one single terrible push.
Within Azure Ruin, Lin Yue learned of this coming grand attack from captured enemy messengers. Everyone braced themselves for the bloodiest battle yet.
Lira worked day and night preparing healing supplies. The remaining fragment‑bearers meditated hard, steeling their minds against the old sovereign’s ghostly whispers. Civilians moved deeper into the underground shelters. Every fighter took up their post upon the ramparts.
Dark clouds gathered over the mountain range. The calm before the final storm settled across the valley.