War XXXV

The rest of the Mystic Flame Sect members exchanged nervous glances. Clearly, they had not expected to meet such a dangerous figure here.

"We meant no disrespect," the leader said, bowing slightly. "We were merely concerned about the disturbance. If you have it under control, we'll take our leave."

Aiden waved them off casually. "Smart choice."

As the Mystic Flame Sect retreated into the forest, Nexus chuckled. "Looks like your reputation is catching up to you."

Aiden crossed his arms, watching the group disappear into the trees. "Reputation can be a double-edged sword. It keeps some enemies away, but it draws even bigger ones closer."

He turned his gaze toward the horizon, where the sky was tinged with faint golden light. "It doesn't matter. Let them come. I'll handle them one by one, just like always."