The seventh territory was a city built inside a mountain.
Five thousand people. Underground streets. Cultivation training grounds. Weapons shops. Everything needed for a secret war.
Mira led Xin to the main temple.
"The vault is below us," Mira said. "Three hundred feet down. Longwei built it three hundred years ago."
"How do we get in?"
"The vault requires three Makers. Their hands on the door. Simultaneous."
"We have one Maker."
Mira smiled. "We have three. The Makers you killed. Their bodies still contain enough energy to fool the door."
"Dead Makers work?"
"The door reads energy signatures. Not life signs."
Xin looked at the temple floor. "Bring the bodies."
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The vault door was stone. Black. Covered in symbols.
Xin had never seen these symbols before. They were not fr
