The Eternal Night's Bloody War

The battlefield lay in ruins, bathed in the crimson glow of a dying sun. The war was over, but the echoes of destruction still lingered in the air. Yan Xi stood motionless, his sword heavy in his grasp. His breathing was steady, yet his heart was anything but calm.

Ling Yue, standing beside him, was pale. Though the battle had ended, the power within her had not fully settled. The Curse of the Moon still pulsed in her veins, an ominous reminder that their struggle was far from over.

Bai Xuan approached, his robes torn and stained with blood. "This victory is hollow," he murmured. "We may have won today, but what awaits us now?"

Yan Xi's gaze turned to the horizon. He already knew the answer. The war had only been the beginning. If Ling Yue's power was not controlled, the entire world could fall into chaos.

"We need to go to the Sacred Lands," he said finally. "There, we might find a way to stabilize Ling Yue's power."

The group fell silent, exchanging glances. The Sacred Lands—ancient temples filled with forgotten knowledge, guarded by entities older than time itself. No one who had entered had ever returned unchanged.

Ling Yue's voice was quiet but firm. "Then that is where we will go."

The journey ahead would be dangerous, perhaps even more than the war they had just fought. But Yan Xi knew there was no other choice.

As the wind carried away the last whispers of battle, the five warriors turned toward the unknown, stepping onto a path that would redefine their fates.