"It's over... We're done for." Despair settled among the people, many of whom sank to the ground, gripped by an engulfing fear.
The border guards from the three sects were engulfed in the same hopelessness, murmuring, "The masters of the three sects must be dead by now..."
"With the masters gone, we will die too…"
A pervasive sense of dread hung heavy in every heart, a collective resignation to the fate they saw materializing before them in the form of the imposing figure in the sky.
Suddenly, a stern voice cut through the doom, "What are you panicking for?!" An elderly figure appeared amidst them, stepping on a massive symbol that read 'Yu'.
"We aren't defeated until the moment we die," the voice rang out firmly, only to soften towards the end, "...at least this buys time for the civilians to evacuate."