When the Feathers made their announcement, every Dark Web expert nearby turned their gaze toward the Nine-Color Lake.
What they saw only deepened the confusion.
Straight ahead, the milky lake had frozen solid. Its pale surface was smooth and opaque, like polished jade sealed beneath glass. A white Qilin stood atop the ice, perfectly still. Its posture was so rigid it looked less like a living creature and more like a statue carved by some ancient hand.
To the right, the black lake was pure chaos.
Explosions of light erupted one after another as spells detonated in rapid succession. Raw energies clashed and collided, flashing so brightly they turned the sky into an endless storm of fireworks. Whatever violent battle raged within was completely obscured by the glare.
And yet, it was the milky lake that unsettled them most.
