Morning seeped gently into the camp — silver light touching the waves, and mist rising like sacred incense from the ocean water. Spirit-grass glittered in dew, and the soft rustle of wind brushed through the tents like a lullaby.
The world felt quiet.
Safe.
Healing.
A rare moment of peace for Sanatan Flame Sect.
Inside a secluded clearing, Elder Wan sat cross-legged beside a glowing cauldron. His sleeves fluttered lightly as spiritual fire circled in a calm dance, refining a crystalline lotus essence within liquid gold energy.
His fingers moved with measured precision, each seal deliberate, sacred.
A final pulse of qi rippled.
Tzzzmm—
A shimmering pill rose from the golden mist — pure icy-blue lotus core wrapped in faint, crystalline frost qi. Beside it, a vial of glimmering pale-blue medicinal liquid floated gracefully.
Elder Wan opened his eyes and smiled with weary pride.
> "One pill… and one nectar. Worth the effort."
