Ren moved swiftly through the dense forest, the scent of earth and damp leaves filling his senses. His footsteps were nearly silent, a testament to the months of training he had endured. The road ahead was long and uncertain, but his mind was clear—he needed to uncover the secrets of the lost sects of Murim if he was to truly master his power.
The first clue had led him to an ancient map given to him by his master, marking the locations of rumored sect remnants. His journey took him toward the northern mountains, where whispers spoke of a reclusive sect that had vanished from history centuries ago.
As he pressed forward, the air grew colder, and the path steeper. He tightened his cloak around him and kept his senses sharp. The wilderness was unforgiving, and he knew that danger lurked in the shadows.
Night fell, and Ren set up camp near a small stream. As he ignited a small flame with his Soulfire, he contemplated the teachings he had learned so far. He had grown stronger, but he still lacked control over the deeper aspects of his power. Lady Kagura had warned him that Soulfire could consume those who failed to master it fully.
His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of rustling nearby. In an instant, he was on his feet, hand gripping the hilt of his sword. A figure emerged from the darkness, clad in tattered robes, their face obscured by a hood.
"You seek the lost sects?" a raspy voice asked.
Ren narrowed his eyes. "Who are you?"
The figure chuckled. "A keeper of forgotten knowledge. If you wish to find what you seek, prove yourself."
Without warning, the stranger launched forward, striking with the speed of a seasoned warrior. Ren barely had time to react, meeting the attack with his blade. Sparks flew as steel clashed against steel, and the battle began.