Tens of thousands of miles away from the Divine Source Monastery, barren mountains, cracked earth, and deep, desolate valleys stretched out for as far as the eye could see. This place had been one of the primary locations of battle during the ancient calamity, and had never recovered from the wounds it had suffered.
In this desolate place stood five figures, standing in a circle, deep in discussion. All five had their auras withdrawn, but each emanated an air of incomparable power.
"The signal has been sent," Thunderzen sighed, taking out a formation disk that glowed brightly in his hand. He stared at it with a complex expression, and then crushed the disk in his hand, turning it into dust.
He shifted his gaze to the others, lingering on two individuals in particular.
"Are you sure you want to go through with this?" Thunderzen asked them.
"Is there any alternative?" the Honorable Alliance leader asked, smiling.