Black Sword Sect Hideout…
Edge of the Abandoned Cemetery – Midnight…
The once-mighty group of disciples from the Black Sword Sect sat huddled in silence, their black robes dulled by dust and time. The moonlight spilled faintly over the cemetery stones, casting long shadows over their anxious faces.
It had been days—days—since Elder Kalakeya and the top five disciples entered the Rajput mansion.
They never returned.
Not even a whisper of them.
Now, more than six hundred disciples remained—leaderless, restless, uncertain.
Whispers filled the night.
"Maybe the Rajputs killed them all…"
"Or they were captured… tortured…"
"Without the elder, we're nothing."
Just as hopelessness began to seep into the hearts of the disciples, a firm voice cut through the air.
"Enough!"
All eyes turned as a young man stepped forward. He wasn't the strongest among them, nor the most experienced—but tonight, he carried a presence none could ignore.
It was Sura.
