Alex arrived at the Last Extolite sect that formed at the basin of a large mountain to the south with greenery covering a lot of the land. They lay right at the edge of Northsword, allowing for fresh water to be used for irrigation whenever they wanted.
Alex's arrival didn't go unnoticed. His unusually crimson attire stood out among all other sect members, despite the fact that their robes were red in color to begin with.
The guards gave curious looks as they watched him approach their sect.
"I'm looking for fighters," Alex said as he brought out his sword and the jar of Elixir. "Find someone in your sect that can defeat me, and I'll hand over this jar of Elixir."
The guards were confused at first, simply taking his words as a joke. They tried to shoo him away. When Alex didn't leave, they pushed him.
Alex didn't budge.
Their eyes grew fearful. Before they could do anything else, Alex grabbed one of them by the neck and pulled him close.
