The following day, the alliance was formally assembled in a grand council. Clan leaders, warriors, and strategists filled the hall, each one representing their respective clans and bringing unique strengths to the alliance. Shenlong, seated at the head of the table, felt a surge of pride and responsibility. For the first time, he truly saw himself as the heir to the ancient legacy.
Qin Zhen, standing by his side, spoke first. "We are gathered here as one force against a common enemy. The Black Veil Sect threatens not only our clans but the balance of the realms. United, we have the power to stop them."
Murmurs of agreement filled the hall. Clan leaders took turns sharing their insights, discussing tactics, and outlining their expectations. Some proposed daring strikes, while others suggested defensive formations. As they debated, Shenlong listened, absorbing every piece of information and refining the strategies in his mind.
Finally, Shenlong stood, his presence commanding the attention of every warrior in the room. "We face a powerful enemy," he said, his voice strong and steady. "But we also have something they lack—unity, honor, and a cause worth fighting for. Together, we can overcome the Black Veil Sect and protect our world."
The council erupted in cheers, the warriors filled with a renewed sense of purpose and resolve. As the meeting concluded, Shenlong felt a renewed determination. The alliance was ready, and the clans were united. It was time to face the Black Veil Sect and prevent the awakening of the Crimson Altar once and for all.