Miria’s quarters had been left just the way she kept it before journeying to the wastelands, according to Ani who had moved out. Tunde sat next to her sleeping form, cradling a bowl of meat broth he had been given by one of the maids, given strict orders to simply not cultivate but rather keep eating.
His body devoured it just as easily, his once frail hands now steady despite him not taking in one bit of Ethra. He glanced at her, her pale skin sign of the illness she constantly battled with, pursing his lips before taking another spoon of the broth, exhaling.
Three heirs of the great clans had accompanied the forces of the empire, three of the highest clans of the empire. Wol Huang of the Huang clan, a clan known for their military might as well as powerful air and blade affinity cultivators. Chun Zhang of the Zhang clan, known for their ties with the alchemist association, and was also rumoured to be related to the alchemist king through blood ties with the Zhang patriarch.