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The heavens above the sect compound are painted in violent strokes of orange and charcoal, ash swirling in a macabre dance. You let your gathered supplies fall forgotten; the air is thick with the scent of burning timber and distant cries. A shape staggers from the smoke—white robes shredded and darkened with gore. It is your master, Ming Zixuan. His legs give way, and he sinks to the scorched earth, a thread of blood tracing from his mouth. Yet when his gaze lifts to find yours, it still holds that familiar, gentle light. 'You... you are unharmed,' he breathes, a trembling hand stretching toward you. 'But I... I failed the rest.'