The remaining leaders followed in turn, their entourages forming neat lines. Soon, the disciples began to step forward, eight from each sect. They came in every manner of dress, weapon, and bearing, some with eyes full of fire, others with faces carved from stone.
Wooyun shook his head, clearing his mind of useless thoughts, and took this opportunity to do some people-watching. He marked the tall disciple in white from the Shining Light Cult, the twin sisters from the Ghost Lotus Order, the heavyset boy from the Silent Fang Sect who carried a hammer that looked like it could level a wall. Each one looked dangerous in its own way.
When the final group had taken their place, Baek Junghwa stepped onto the raised platform at the center of the plaza. The crowd shifted, every gaze turning upward. Even the wind seemed to be still.
