"Rowena, your Nethergate Sect must be the crown of level nine," Jared said, admiration dripping from every syllable.
Rowena laughed again.
"Maybe not the crown these days," she conceded, "But we still rank among the top three. Back in our prime, ah, then we truly ruled the sky."
"Back then, our disciples strode through level nine unchecked," she added, pride glinting in her eyes. "Other sects scattered when they saw our colors."
Her confidence swelled. Behind her, fellow Nethergate disciples straightened their spines, faces glowing with collective pride.
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