Inside the hidden, fortified canyon sanctuary, a strange kind of peace settled in. Outside, the world was likely still reeling from the sudden silence – the end of the Beast Tide's roar, the cessation of the Hundred Beast Manor's bombardment. But inside their misty veil, it was quiet. The only sounds were the soft crackle of a small fire Wang Jian had lit, the gentle rustling of Liu Ruyan sorting through herbs, and the faint hum of Yue Lingshan's newly established defensive arrays. The survivors were huddled in a separate chamber, resting under the watchful eyes of the stone golems Lingshan had activated.
