As Lin Sheng exited the temple ruins alone, plumes of black smoke dissipated from the courtyard behind him.
He swung his backpack on and looked up at the sky. The clouds were puffs of white in acres of blue, which extended beyond the horizon. The dense woods before his eyes were saturated with a musty, moist, and herbaceous scent. The air was refreshing yet bone-chilling cold.
"Khadula should be able to buy me some time and keep Redwin from doing anything stupid." Lin Sheng knew that stability was Redwin's priority, and they had imposed a night curfew to conserve their resources while in conflict with Xilin. From then on, it depended on how well Khadula held up against Redwin's Darksiders.
Lin Sheng was not sure about Khadula's combat strength. After years of holing up in the vault, no one knew his actual condition. Even Lin Sheng managed to only kill him with tricks and the divine ax; it was not real combat.
"Let's see how it goes." He let out a sigh.