Disciples Argent, did instead. Joined. Fought. With spear and claw and fire and blade. Fought Fought. When Horizon Blade's student stood we fOUght. When his curseblooded bride dug the cruel ritual from her ruined mountain mASter carved out half their heart with the others. Forged their geas in blood and soul, an oath unbreaking to the young storm to the cause of one hundred and eight. Broken bodies, broken souls no StrENGth would be lost while one yet fought. Companions, oathsworn."
Ling Qi swallowed. The things just said… those were dangerous secrets. It was known that, under the decadent rule of the Hui it was Yuan He and his companions who had rallied the broken lands of the south against Ogodei, who had taken in the remnants of the cities hurled into the sky, scoured from the earth or dashed against the uncaring mountainsides.
She had seen the memory of a vast funnel of wind, ripping a city full of people out of the earth. Against the backdrop… she understood why the Elder's of the Argent Sect had no patience for mercy. When that terror had still been hanging overhead, she could see how one might turn to even more forbidden means. And what was being alluded to here, rambled on in Kohatu's broken tones was certainly that.
