A nine-toned chime of massive bronze bells echoed across the misty peaks of the Lunar Edge Sect, rolling down the granite canyons and carrying the formal summons of the supreme leadership to every terrace, pavilion, and training cave.
On the central Plaza of Ancestral Accord, more than twenty thousand cultivators gathered beneath the towering marble pillars, their robes forming vast oceans of white, azure, and crimson silk. High above the plaza, on the raised dais carved from solid white jade, Sect Master Alden stood clad in flowing ceremonial robes, his white hair drifting in the crisp mountain wind while twelve core elders sat behind him in heavy mahogany chairs. At the center of the platform stood Caleb Conway, his simple gray coat hanging clean over his shoulders, his hands resting ea
