The sun hung low in the smoke-streaked sky, casting long shadows across the fractured ruins of the canyon outposts.
Dravengarde men had been wiped out, the guests had fled, they were unable to assemble their army, and it was utter chaos. Lord Roneth Durnhal stood with Ali their face set in deep lines.
The Jade men rushed over, they had received a message from their men stationed at the end of the tunnel that it had collapsed, and they have been no sign of Xi Feng.
Jin Long paced along the shattered ridge, his attire scratched and smeared with soot. His jaw was set, his voice sharp and controlled despite the turmoil rising in his chest.
"They were last seen near the lower tunnel entrance," he barked, pointing to a half-collapsed slope. "Fan out! I want every stone overturned Xi Feng cannot die down there. Not on my watch."
