The wind howling through the jagged crags of a ridge carried a bitter, petrifying frost, scraping against the ancient stones like dull blades.
High above the jagged peaks, the firmament was perpetually choked with bruised, dark indigo storm clouds that swirled in a slow, ominous vortex.
At the epicenter of this desolate mountain basin, a collosal stone gate stood majestically. It is the dimensional gate leading to the Celestial Dragon Vault.
Right now, the gate rippled with an impenetrable, iridescent membrane of chaotic spatial tides.
And on this mountain, a group of female disciples have gathered, walking around as if searching for something
They moved with disciplined, noiseless precision across the wind scoured mountain.
Dressed in sweeping, double-layered daoist robes of deep cerulean silk trimmed with flowing, silver wave embroideries, they resembled fluttering blue petals drifting over a desolate sea of dark gray slate.
