The survivors of the war arrived at the base of the majestic mountain that housed the Battle Maiden Sect, a place most of them had only ever dreamed of. Their hearts pounded in anticipation as they ascended, following the winding path that led to the mighty gates of the Sect.
Unlike usual, the mountain was silent, its typical bustling energy absent as a majority of its inhabitants had gone to war. The outer ring of the mountain, usually alive with the chatter of Outer Court disciples, was now eerily quiet.
The gates of the Battle Maiden Sect opened slowly, revealing the expansive courtyard nestled within the mountain's embrace. A soft wind rustled through the ancient buildings, carrying the weight of their history.
