The green cavern had become something close to a home in the days they rested there, and leaving it was harder than any of them expected. But rest was not the same as purpose, and by the second morning, the old familiar pull of unfinished work had begun to tug at them again.
Each of them carried somewhere north of twenty Sanctuary Points now, banked and waiting. It was more wealth than they had ever held in this world, earned with blood on a churned and bloody plain, and they had learned enough by now to know what it was truly worth. Points were not the goal. Strength was. And strength in the Nine Cloud Sanctuary came only one hard step at a time.
So they climbed the mountain again, back to the storm-being in its high Shrine, and asked for more work.
