The Untamed Series 3: Love Affair (Under Revision)

Fourth Met: Sunshot Campaign

Third Person POV

As the weeks turned into months, the Sunshot Campaign waged on with unyielding determination. The allied clans fought tirelessly, their spirits unwavering despite the challenges they faced.

The battles grew more intense as Wen Rouhan unleashed his created corpses, powerful and relentless beings. These undead warriors fought with an eerie determination, their loyalty to Wen Rouhan unwavering even in death.

The war took its toll on everyone involved. The once pristine landscapes turned into battlegrounds, scarred by the devastation of battle. Lives were lost, sacrifices were made, and the weight of the conflict weighed heavily on the hearts of the warriors.

As the war with the Wen Sect seemed to reach an impasse, Lan Wangji grew weary of the endless conflict. The power of the Yin Iron in Wen Rouhan's possession made him seemingly invincible, but it also slowly consumed him, unbeknownst to the tyrant himself.

Standing beside his brother, Lan Xichen, Lan Wangji's eyes were fixed on the approaching enemy forces descending from the stairs. The weight of the battles and the toll it took on their allies weighed heavily on their hearts.

In a moment of respite, Lan Wangji closed his eyes, seeking a moment of clarity amidst the chaos. His mind wandered to a familiar name, a name that held both fondness and longing. "Weiying," he whispered, a sigh escaping his lips.

Lan Xichen's smile brightened at the mention of that name. It had been weeks since they last saw the masked cultivator who had aided them back in Cloud Recesses.

Suddenly, as if in response to Lan Wangji's call, thunder rumbled in the dark sky, promising an imminent downpour.

Wei Wuxian, the enigmatic Yiling Patriarch, materialized in the air, his presence commanding attention. His dark robes billowed around him, like the wings of a mythical creature taking flight. With an ethereal grace, he soared through the sky, defying gravity itself.

In a flicker of light, Wei Wuxian appeared beside Lan Wangji, his eyes alight with a mixture of mischief and concern. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he addressed the stoic Lan Wangji, his voice carrying a hint of playfulness.

"Did you call for my aid, Lan-er gongzi?" Wei Wuxian's words hung in the air, filled with a genuine curiosity and a touch of excitement.

Wuxian look around, as he noticed there's so many people stood behind and ... Corpses? descending at the staircase, each one had a sword.

Wuxian eyes widen as he cross his arms. " O.. Kay...What did I miss? " He look at all the present clans confused. Wuxian gasped as he pointed at Lan Wangji.

Lan Wangji, his usually impassive face softening ever so slightly, nodded in response. Their unspoken connection and shared history spoke volumes, a testament to the bond they had forged in the face of adversity.

In that moment, the battlefield seemed to pause, the chaos and violence momentarily forgotten. All eyes were drawn to the unlikely duo standing side by side, their presence radiating a sense of power and unity.

Wei Wuxian's arrival brought a surge of hope to the weary warriors, as if a gust of wind had breathed life back into their tired souls. His mere presence was a reminder that even in the darkest of times, there was always a glimmer of light, a beacon of hope.

A mix of relief and happiness washed over Lan Wangji as he looked at Wei Wuxian. "You answered my call for help, Weiying," he said, his voice filled with gratitude.

Wei Wuxian nodded, his eyes shining with determination. " I already told you, just call my name and I'll be there beside you," he replied, his words carrying a sense of unwavering loyalty.