A bleak wind, rare for the mountain, was blowing.
It was the climate that would become the norm on Heavenly Sword Mountain from now on. After the ‘Hero’s Blood’ ran rampant, the vegetation sustained by its mysterious power had collapsed. From now on, the weather would likely remain closer to a wasteland, befitting the western region.
It was a new trial awaiting the ‘Sword Circle’ after the wildfire had swept through.
And yet the morning on the mountain was lively.
They had overcome an unprecedented calamity and survived with their lives intact. It had been an experience more than sufficient to make them realize how precious life was.
Above all, though, something else was giving them energy.
“Senior Brother!”
“Junior Brother!”
As the fellow disciples who had remained unconscious for so long began opening their eyes, cries of joy and sobbing erupted from all around. It meant the consciousness of those whose souls had been stolen by the power of ‘Wrath’ was returning.
Of course, there were still many casualties.
After all, ‘Wrath’ had not been the only attacker.
Many practitioners had fallen victim to the ‘Great Sage’ or ‘Greed,’ and quite a few had been injured after being crushed beneath trees felled by the wildfire. Whether they lived or died would depend on what fate held for them from here on.
Still, it was also undeniable that some were returning.
That alone was enough for the first…