A powerful gale stirred the red clouds, scattering fallen leaves that shimmered like gold foil. Autumn brought a frantic pace to the mountains of the northwest unlike any other season. While wild animals scoured the brush for winter stores, hunters readied themselves for a final hunt before the snow, herb gatherers raced to harvest the season's ripened bounty, and farmers hurried to bring in the last of their crop.0

Deep within the remote northern fringes of the mountains, a fearsome force now occupied the previously vacant region, desperate to uncover signs of a specific individual.0

An Jing stilled his breathing and concealed himself, with Yvelbane providing an additional layer of protection. The boy perched among the branches of a towering tree, his gaze cold as he watched several cultists searching the ground where he had just been. It wasn't Grand Chen or the heavenly fiends who closed in on him first, but the Heavenly Demon Cult.0

These Aura martialists...0