While Lin Mu remained in the Xian Sword Sect, calmly awaiting word of the missing elders who had ventured in search of the Ephemera Sect's remnants, events far beyond the sect walls were already stirring.
The trail of the two elders remained elusive.
Despite the sect's best efforts, not a single trace of their spiritual signatures or any report of their whereabouts had surfaced. It was as if they had vanished without a ripple, their presences swallowed by a hidden tide.
Lin Mu continued to wait, watching the patterns of peace with growing suspicion. Peace was never so still unless something was suppressing the waves.
Meanwhile, hundreds of leagues away, deep within the borders of the Darkhan Dynasty, a different sort of silence reigned—one not of peace, but of dread and preparation.
