The moon hung low in the night sky, a silver orb watching over the earth. The stars dotted the heavens like tiny, twinkling gems, their light faint but constant. Beneath this celestial canopy, a group of women were flying, their shapes faint silhouettes against the backdrop of the night.
At the head of the group, Aelina encapsulated them in her Qi and led them forward. Behind her, the survivors of the Battle Maiden Sect followed, their bodies weary, but their spirits burning bright.
The surviving Elders followed not far away from Aelina, tired and injured from the battle, but they weren't given a choice like the disciples. There was a tacit understanding between the two groups that if they were to even think about abandoning the Sect in these trying times, Aelina wouldn't hesitate to "remove" them.
Anyone in the Mortal Shedding Realm was a valuable asset for any Sect, not just in strength but knowledge and wisdom.
