The Three Divisions

"I can barely feel my arms! I think that might've been the longest I've spun that staff."

Qiang Rong laid there, huffing and puffing, trying to ignore the burning pain of overusing his body. Even controlling the staff in that matter was tiring and exhaustive, so much so that a master like him needed a bit of time to recover. 

The others were in better condition, sustaining just a few minor injuries. 

"We'll be reaching the city soon!" Zhu Xie shouted from the cabin, informing everyone. 

The monkey-kin couldn't help but sigh as he sat up and leaned against the wall. The others all watched from the ship and their home slowly came into view. 

This was what remained of the beast-kin and their people.