Dong Zhen walked to the center of the Blood Core hall. The crimson light emanating from the great core pulsed faintly behind him, casting dancing shadows on the dark stone walls. All the disciples were silent, their eyes fixed on the leader of the Court.
"This mission is simpler than the previous one you carried out together." Dong Zhen began, his deep voice echoing through the hall.
"But no less important."
He paused, sweeping his gaze across the disciples' faces.
"In the military branch of the Blood Court, several elders have gone out on a mission to eliminate a certain force that was threatening our borders. They took with them most of the experienced instructors from the branch."
"The military branch, at this moment, has dozens of new disciples without proper supervision. They are training on their own, without direction, without correction."
Dong Zhen crossed his arms.
