A gentle wind whispered through the cemetery, its soothing caress an embodiment of serenity, as if the very air respected the somber stillness that enveloped the place.
Tucked away at the periphery of the Wind Clan's sacred inner sanctum, this secluded graveyard was cloaked in layers of enchantments, flanked by living stone walls that seemed to pulse with a quiet, watchful energy.
It was not a resting place for valiant warriors or celebrated heroes, but a sanctuary dedicated to one singular soul, revered, untouchable.
In stark contrast to the usual grandeur of monuments, there was no elaborate statue or ostentatious adornments here.
Instead, a polished slab of sky-blue stone lay at the heart of this hallowed ground, its surface exquisitely carved to resemble a gust of wind captured in frozen motion—a breathtaking tribute to the ephemeral nature of life.
The engraved words upon it shimmered softly with a faint glimmer of embedded mana, their luminescence undiminished with time.
