A large number of people were gathered around a crackling bonfire, surrounded by a large, dense forest of a myriad array of exotic colors amid the lush greenery. The fresh air of the forest and the smoke from the fire wafted through the silent, heavy atmosphere.
Their Martial attires were worn and torn.
Not even the quasi-Transcendent fabrics they were woven from could endure a decade of onslaught from all manner quasi-Transcendent monsters. Their expressions were hardened with grim severity, their eyes alert.
Their body language was heavy.
It bore down on the atmosphere.
As did their very presence and being.
They bore down on the very fabric of the world around them.
Among them were countless new faces, fresh into the Sage Realm. Their presences contrasted against the grizzled veterans among the Martial Sages who first entered the Beast Domain.
Their was a different air of severity to those among the Martial Sages who had been in the Beast Domain for a decade.
