The Sanatan Flame Sect gradually quieted beneath the deep night sky.
The chaos of preparation had finally slowed after an exhausting day of planning, training, repairs, and endless discussions about the approaching war. Mountain winds drifted softly through the sect grounds while countless spirit lanterns glowed gently across the pathways connecting the halls and courtyards.
The orange sect banners fluttered peacefully beneath the moonlight.
Most disciples had already returned toward their quarters.
The male disciples occupied the western residential halls while the female disciples rested within the eastern courtyards near the spirit gardens. Warm lantern light spilled softly through wooden windows while distant conversations occasionally echoed through the quiet mountain atmosphere.
Not everyone slept yet.
Several disciples still wandered through the sect grounds casually.
