Seeds of Hatred
The air in the Chen Clan's ancestral hall hung thick with the stench of defeat. Flickering lamps cast long, distorted shadows on the grim faces of the assembled elders, mirroring the twisted emotions churning within them. Chen Zitao, the normally arrogant young patriarch, sat next to his father, Chen Biao, his face ashen, eyes downcast.
His disastrous attempt to seize control of the Yun Clan had left the Chen Clan in a precarious position. Their best warriors lay slain, their carefully orchestrated plot lay in smoldering ruins, and the weight of the Yun Clan's potential wrath pressed down upon them heavy as a mountain.
"Patriarch," Elder Chen Hao, his voice raspy with age, finally broke the oppressive silence. "What now? Yun Wuhan won't stand for this blatant attack."