C1414 The Departure

The Soldier Lords gazed into Ling's solemn emerald eyes with reverence and nodded in agreement.

Ling, noticing their acknowledgment, swept his hand through the air, sending ten beams of light that solidified into ten delicate mirrors, each shimmering with a floating luminescence.

"These are the Brilliant Mirrors. Should you face dire peril, inject your blood into one