Xin reached the eastern mountains at midnight.
Mira led him to a hidden pass. The path was narrow. Stone walls on both sides.
"The seventh territory is one mile ahead," Mira said.
The ground shook.
White light exploded from the mountain ahead. Three Makers emerged from the rock. Not from a c***k. They walked through solid stone like it was water.
"They found the territory," Mira said.
"Are your people inside?"
"Yes."
The Makers walked toward the hidden pass.
*****
Xin ran at the first Maker.
His broken hand was wrapped in cloth. His cultivation was Fifth Gate. Unstable but functional.
He hit the Maker with white fire. Direct blast to the chest.
The Maker stumbled. Its white stone skin cracked. But it kept walking.
You again.
"Me again."
The Maker swung its arm. Xin ducked.
