Aeri smirked. "He might be a pretty boy, but he doesn't seem to be the average player."
"Yeah— how did he even customize his character that way... I'm jealous," Mirael displayed a look of curiosity.
The wind picked up again. This time, it wasn't natural. It was cold. Too cold.
Aeri's gaze narrowed. "We move at first light. The Celestial Rift Basin is still days away, and something tells me this forest isn't going to let us rest peacefully for too long."
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(( Eight Days Later - Blue Flame City ))
The lines etched in radiant silver glowed brightly on the floor of the secluded hall, forming an intricate matrix of interwoven spiritual runes and ancient patterns.
Victor crouched in the center of it all with his brows tightly furrowed. Sweat trickled down the side of his face as he held his breath.
His palm hovered above the final piece... A compression rune at the heart of the seal.
One wrong move, one twitch too soon, and the whole thing would unravel.
