Hajin gathered his cracked celestial chain before the four-horned apex could crawl fully onto the summit ledge above the crowded settlement.
Hajin stood at the edge of the fractured precipice, his chain draped loosely across his forearm like sleeping lightning.
Beside him, Juna stood with her three divine wings folded tight against her back, their golden tips trailing along her sleeves.
Loccy and Cassie arrived at the high ridge path, their eyes wide as they surveyed the exposed geological fault line.
Down along the exterior road, Commander Hans planted his spear firmly into the dirt, receiving reports from breathless runners without climbing upward.
"The militia holds the exterior line," Hans muttered to the scouts, keeping his gaze fixed upon the lower valley approach.
"Whatever happens on that mountain peak belongs to Lord Hajin and his divine vanguard."
