A week passed in a flash, and the first real war between the Soul Cross Sect and the Inferno Sect was about to start.
Disciples from all over the sect had gathered together at the grassland.
They assembled into formations under the lead of their respective Elders, awaiting the arrival of their enemies.
"Where is Soul Peak?" Someone asked, looking around curiously.
All the divisions of the sect had gathered, yet there was no sign of the sect's strongest forces.
"They will come." Another person replied.
Then, they all felt it. The vast grassland trembled.
It began with a single ripple. Blades of green grass bending under an unseen pressure, before the sky itself seemed to darken beneath a suffocating heat.
Then came the hot flames.
"Formation!"
A thunderous voice echoed across the battlefield as dozens of Inferno Sect disciples surged forward, their robes blazing with crimson light. Fire gathered in their palms, coiling like serpents eager to be unleashed.
