Their dark cloaks billowed in the wind, their expressions grim as they moved with purpose through the mist.
"We need to hide," Wuxie hissed, pulling Wovi into the shadows of a nearby boulder.
Peering through the fog, Wuxie could barely make out the figures of the Demon Clan members. Ren was tall and imposing, his red eyes glowing faintly in the low light, while Sumi's figure was smaller but no less intimidating, her sharp gaze cutting through the mist like a knife.
Wovi whispered, "Oh great, it's the Demon Clan. I'm sure this will end well."
"Quiet," Wuxie whispered back, pressing himself against the rock. "Let's wait for them to pass."
But just as Ren and Sumi came into view, another sound interrupted the quiet—the clinking of armor. From the west, another group approached.
Wuxie's heart sank as he recognized the emblem of the Human Clan and, at the front, Kyle, the Empress's son. His shining silver armor reflected the faint moonlight, his posture rigid with authority.
