Gu Chen sprinted through the thick, toxic fog, as his pristine white robes repelled the corrosive mist, glowing with a faint light.
His hands were twitching for a battle.
He expected to find a group of Gu Clan disciples making a desperate last stand against arrogant Bai Clan disciples.
He was ready to jump in, swing his sword, and save the day. He was ready to be the hero.
Instead, he burst into a scene of absolute horror.
Gu Chen stopped dead in his tracks, and his eyes went wide. The stench of burned flesh, spilled bowels, and fresh blood hit his nose like a punch.
He slowly lowered his sword.
"What in the heavens..." Gu Chen whispered.
There was no one to fight. He had walked into a slaughterhouse.
Five bodies lay scattered across the mud, and Gu Chen recognised the dark green and silver robes immediately. They were all Bai Clan disciples.
He walked forward cautiously, his boots squelching in the bloody mud. He looked down at the first body.
