The night outside Blinding Town was eerily still. The fog hung low, not drifting as it usually did, but suspended — as though the air itself was waiting. Only the faint hum of energy beneath the ground disturbed the silence, pulsing with a rhythm that seemed to echo the world's heartbeat.
Mayor Everlyn moved swiftly through the winding forest path that led to the cave hidden behind the town's veil. Her teal coat brushed against damp leaves as her boots crunched over the mossy soil. The deeper she went, the heavier the air became — the veins of power beneath the earth whispering warnings she couldn't ignore.
She clenched her jaw as she wondered.
'What is going on her?'
The confrontation earlier still weighed on her mind. The World Class cultivator's words — "the world has begun to move against him" — lingered like a curse. Everlyn wasn't easily shaken, but tonight, the World Vein was behaving differently. Its pulse was chaotic, unstable.
