Speak of the Devil

Chaos ruled as the battleground shuddered with the raw force of clashing cultivators. Steel met steel in flashes of deadly brilliance as the Battle Maiden Sect disciples stood firm against the savage onslaught of the Crimson Slayer Sect.

"Skye! Enemies on our flank!" It was Selene, a seasoned Battle Maiden, her shout barely discernible over the cacophony of war. Yet, Skye, the eye amidst the hurricane, caught the urgent cry.

"Regroup! Form the Iron Veil Battle Formation!" Skye barked, her voice cleaving through the noise. Her blade, a wisp of deadly silver, whirled through the throng of enemies. Each step she took became a fortress, bolstering the faltering right flank.

In the heat of battle, Eris, positioned at the crux of the confrontation, picked up on Skye's command. She marshaled her troops, channeling her cyclone-like cultivation. The destructive gale she summoned sliced through enemy lines, changing the direction of the whirlwind that was the battle.