The cloud-shaped Spark shot forward with incredible speed, carrying two figures in perfect balance as they raced through the sky. Behind them, Collossith's vast form grew larger with each passing second, its immense body shaking the ground like a violent earthquake. The earth cracked and groaned under its weight, the very air trembling as the beast relentlessly pursued them.
"That's the place." Liora's voice was steady, her gaze unwavering as it locked onto the area Mirela had described. Her eyes, solid as stone, saw the land ahead with cold precision.
The clearing before them was unlike any ordinary terrain. The ground lay barren, stripped of trees, its surface thick and dark, like the very earth carried the weight of centuries. The land was woven with a network of vines, not natural, but crafted—woven with deliberate purpose, forming an intricate web that felt like a trap, carefully designed to ensnare.
