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As they neared the ridge, the landscape began to shift. What was once barren rock gave way to scattered patches of tall, yellow grass, swaying gently in the wind. The mountains in the distance loomed ominously, casting long shadows over the plains. And beyond those mountains, the ancient temple of the White Flame Sect awaited.
"We should be careful," Mara warned as they ascended the ridge. "The White Flame Sect doesn't take kindly to uninvited guests, especially ones involved in Void-related matters."
Wei Lin nodded, her hand instinctively resting on the hilt of her sword. "I'll handle the introductions."
Darian chuckled, his tone dry. "I'm sure they'll love us."