54 Evil Path

The sun spilled its last rays of light, painting the sky with warm shades of orange and pink. Between the southern and eastern regions of the continent, a small village nestled among the mountains, known as Tupelo, was surrounded by thick walls, creating a serene atmosphere, although a subtle tension still hung in the air.

It was another ordinary day, and atop the walls, dozens of sentries patrolled the village's edges, alert to any signs of danger. Clad in clothes adorned with multicolored symbols on their chests, all were members of the Three Extremes Sect. Their vigilant eyes scanned the surroundings, looking for suspicious movements or hints of threat, but everything seemed normal, as usual.