The future of Double Moon Sect hung precariously. Though my nature resisted the act of killing, the circumstances dictated its necessity for the sect's survival.
Standing resolutely before a sea of faces, I bellowed, "Retreat now if you value your lives! Or meet the same fate as Elder Hu and Elder Fan!"
Aghast, they witnessed the fallen forms of Elder Hu and Elder Fan, their blood seeping into the thirsty earth. Their lifeless eyes told tales of abrupt endings. Whispers of realization darted through the crowd, "It's truly Patriarch Jaime. Retreat!"
As the crowd retreated, a formidable formation arose, encasing only the lifeless bodies of the two elders within its confines. Disciples, driven by loyalty and grief, attempted to retrieve their masters but were repelled by the barrier.