The Murim Alliance's war preparations were moving ever so swiftly, yet Heuk Cheon could not shake the feeling that there was something was off. The names on the parchment were burning in his mind, they were sects that should have stood firm in their loyalty, now they were heading towards treachery.
In the grand courtyard of Baekdu's central hall, warriors were gathering, with their banners raised high. The smell of incense was filling the air, it was blending with the cold steel of sharpened blades.
Seo Ryung was standing at Heuk Cheon's side, with his arms crossed. "Master, are we really going to fight alongside those traitors?"
Heuk Cheon answered him with a smirk. "That depends on whether they will expose themselves first… or if we go ahead and help them along."
Inside the war council chamber, the sect leaders were in the middle of an argument.
"The Shadow Pavilion's forces are continuing to grow by the day!" one elder had shouted out.
