"Have you forgotten the kindness that the late Grand Master Ye once shown you and your order, Situ Lei!? And yet you bring enemies to our doors today?!"

Clad in robes of crimson-red silk, the present Grand Master of the Creed of Divinity Lu Chuan demanded furiously.

The atmosphere in the breached stronghold was rank with the odor of blood.

Eight of the nine-layered perimeter defenses of the Creed's stronghold had been breached, leaving only ...