The journey to the Crimson Mountain Sect passed in relative silence, the weight of what had just transpired settling over the group like a heavy shroud. Elder Wei led the way, stealing occasional glances back at the two strangers who had saved his disciples with such casual, terrifying efficiency. The sect members whispered among themselves in hushed tones, their voices barely audible above the crunch of leaves beneath their feet.
Elias walked with the same measured calm he had displayed during the battle, his expression unchanging as his quantum brain processed the combat data he had just witnessed. The way the demonic cultivator had channeled his Martial Intent through that devastating punch—the pure focus of destructive will made manifest—it was a crude but effective application of force enhancement that his own universal laws lacked.
