The air shimmered as a ripple of divine energy tore through the veil between realms. In a burst of radiant light, Xiang Yu, Han Xin, and little Han Jingxi reappeared in the heart of the demon realm. The sky above them pulsed with residual power, and the ground beneath their feet hummed with recognition.
Lian, Mei, and Little Bai who had spent the last hours pacing, praying, and panicking sprinted toward them, their expressions a mix of relief and disbelief.
"You are back!" Mei cried, eyes wide with emotion.
Lian immediately began inspecting them from head to toe, her fingers fluttering like a healer's. "Did they hurt you?" she demanded.
"If they did," Mei added, her voice sharp as a blade, "we will bring hell to their gates."
Xiang Yu offered a tired but reassuring smile. "We are all okay."
Han Xin looked up and called, "Han Zhan."
