Villain: I transmigrated with Mind Control Powers

[Ding! Congratulations, Host! You have gained 3,000 Villain Halo and 30,000 Villain Points for increasing the favorability of the Daughter of Destiny.]

[Ding! Congratulations, Host! You have gained 5,000 Villain Halo and 50,000 Villain Points for dual cultivating with the Daughter of Destiny, Mei Xian.]

The distant sounds of footsteps crunching through the snow and muffled voices carried on the cold wind, breaking the stillness of the frozen forest. The sun was just beginning to rise, casting pale light through the canopy of frost-laden branches.

Aric's eyes snapped open, his senses immediately alert. "We need to move," he whispered, his breath forming a small cloud in the frigid air. "They might be searching for survivors."

Mei Xian, who had been resting beside him, nodded and began to rise to her feet. Though her movements were steady, there was a lingering fragility about her—a remnant of the ordeal she had just endured. "I'm ready," she replied softly, pulling her cloak tighter around her shoulders.

They slipped out of the concealed cave that had provided them shelter, the forest embracing them with shadows and the scent of pine. Aric took the lead, his footsteps light and deliberate, barely leaving imprints on the snow-covered ground. Mei Xian followed closely, her gaze darting around as she listened for any signs of danger.

As they navigated through the dense woodland, the silence between them was comfortable, filled with unspoken understanding. After a while, Mei Xian broke the quiet. "How did you find me so quickly back there?" she asked, her eyes reflecting curiosity and something deeper.

Aric hesitated for a moment before replying. "I was nearby and saw you were in trouble," he said, his tone measured.

She gave him a knowing look, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "You're always looking out for me," she remarked gently.

He shrugged lightly, a modest gesture that belied the complexity of his feelings. "Someone has to," he replied, his gaze fixed ahead.

She smiled softly, warmth evident in her eyes despite the cold. "I'm grateful," she said, her voice sincere.

They continued in companionable silence, the only sounds being the whisper of the wind through the trees and the soft crunch of snow beneath their boots.

As dawn cast a pale light over the snow-covered forest, they approached the rendezvous point—a clearing sheltered by towering evergreens. The air was thick with the lingering echoes of battle and the scent of smoke from dying fires.

They found Peng Falcon and a small group of survivors huddled near a circle of boulders. A makeshift camp had been set up, the disciples tending to the wounded and sharing hushed conversations. The atmosphere was heavy with grief and exhaustion.

"Aric! Mei Xian!" Peng Falcon called out upon seeing them, relief evident in his weary eyes. He leaned heavily on his sword, a bloodied bandage wrapped tightly around his torso. His usually commanding presence was tempered by fatigue and concern.

Lin Wei looked up from tending to a wounded disciple, her face streaked with soot and dried tears. "You made it," she said, her voice a mixture of joy and sorrow. "We were worried."

"What happened?" Mei Xian asked, her gaze sweeping over the injured and the solemn faces around the camp.

Peng Falcon's expression darkened. "We were overwhelmed," he admitted grimly. "The enemy was prepared for us at every turn. We lost many good people."

Aric's jaw tightened, a flicker of anger in his eyes. "I'm sorry," he said quietly, the weight of their losses settling heavily upon him.

"Have you seen Mevan or Amber?" Mei Xian inquired, concern etching her delicate features. She scanned the area, searching for any sign of the siblings.

As if summoned by her words, Xu Mevan emerged from the trees, supporting his sister Xu Amber, who had a bandage wrapped around her arm. They appeared weary but otherwise unharmed.

"We're here," Mevan announced, his tone subdued but steady. "Amber took a hit, but she'll be fine."

Amber offered a weak smile, wincing slightly. "It's just a scratch," she reassured, though her eyes betrayed a hint of discomfort.

Aric observed them closely, noting the lack of significant injuries compared to the others. Despite their claimed hardships, they seemed relatively unscathed. "You two seem to have fared well," he commented, his voice neutral but carrying a subtle undercurrent of suspicion.

Mevan met his gaze steadily, his expression unreadable. "We fought hard to survive," he replied. "The enemy was relentless."

Peng Falcon stepped forward, wincing slightly from his own injuries. "This isn't the time for scrutiny," he interjected firmly. "We need to regroup and plan our next move."

Lin Wei nodded in agreement, her brow furrowed with concern. "Our priority should be to return to the sect and report what happened. The elders need to know."

Aric didn't press further but couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that something was amiss. The group's mood was somber, a mix of grief for the fallen and anxiety about what lay ahead.

As the survivors settled into the cave that would serve as their temporary refuge, they began to share their accounts of the battle. The flickering light from small fires cast long shadows on the cave walls, creating an atmosphere of introspection.

A young disciple named Chen spoke in a hushed voice, his eyes downcast. "I saw Li Hua fall," he said, his voice trembling. "She was defending us when they surrounded her. I... I couldn't reach her in time."

Another disciple, Jian, placed a comforting hand on Chen's shoulder. "She fought bravely," Jian said softly. "We all did what we could."

Mei Xian sat beside Aric near the entrance of the cave, her gaze distant. "So many lives lost," she murmured. "It's hard to believe."

Aric nodded solemnly. "We were unprepared for their level of coordination," he remarked. "It's almost as if they anticipated our every move."

Peng Falcon approached them, his usually stern expression softened by gratitude. "Thank you for bringing her back safely," he said to Aric, sincerity reflecting in his weary eyes. "Your actions likely saved her life."

Aric shook his head modestly. "I only did what anyone would," he replied, downplaying his own efforts.

Peng Falcon placed a hand on his shoulder. "Not everyone would risk themselves against such odds," he insisted. "You went above and beyond."

Mei Xian glanced between the two men, a subtle smile touching her lips. "We look out for each other," she added, her eyes meeting Aric's briefly before shifting away.

Peng Falcon nodded thoughtfully. "Rest while you can," he advised. "We'll need our strength for the journey back. The path ahead may hold more challenges."

As he moved away to check on other disciples, Mei Xian turned to Aric, her expression clouded with concern. "I can't shake the feeling that we were set up," she whispered, ensuring they were out of earshot of the others.

Aric looked at her thoughtfully, his gaze steady. "I was thinking the same," he admitted quietly. "The enemy knew too much about our movements and strategies."

She lowered her voice further, her eyes scanning the cave to ensure they weren't overheard. "Do you think someone from our side betrayed us?" she asked, her tone filled with apprehension.

He hesitated, weighing his words carefully. "It's possible," he replied. "The precision of their ambush suggests they had inside information."

Her eyes flickered toward Xu Mevan and Xu Amber, who stood apart from the group, speaking in hushed tones. Mevan's expression was guarded, his gaze occasionally darting toward the others as if assessing their thoughts.

"You suspect them?" Mei Xian asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Aric sighed softly. "I don't want to jump to conclusions," he cautioned. "But their actions raise questions. They emerged from the battle relatively unscathed, and they seemed to anticipate certain dangers the rest of us didn't."

Mei Xian frowned, concern etched on her delicate features. "We need to be cautious," she agreed. "If there is a traitor among us, confronting them outright could be dangerous."

He nodded in agreement. "We'll keep this between us for now," he suggested. "Gathering more information would be wise before making any accusations."

As the night wore on, the camp settled into an uneasy quiet. The survivors took turns standing watch, the shadows of the forest looming like silent sentinels. Aric volunteered for the first shift, his senses alert as he scanned the darkened treeline for any signs of movement.

Lin Wei approached him during his watch, her footsteps light. "Mind if I join you?" she asked.

"Not at all," Aric replied, gesturing for her to sit on a nearby log.

She sat down, pulling her cloak tightly around herself. "It's hard to believe everything that's happened," she mused, gazing into the darkness.

Aric nodded. "It was a difficult battle," he acknowledged. "We weren't expecting such resistance."

She hesitated before speaking again. "Do you think we'll be safe on the journey back?" she asked, concern evident in her voice.

"We'll need to stay vigilant," he replied. "But together, we can handle whatever comes our way."

She offered a small smile. "You're right. Thank you, Aric."