Inside the tent, a man-high Rift spilled forth a shimmering light. But on the carpet before the Rift, there was no one—only the Lost Object, sitting there.
Just on the other side of the Rift, within that expanse of light.
Chen Chuan sat in meditation.
Under the cover of the Lost Object's radiant glow, the night in the Merging Land had become completely normal. None of the usual contaminations emerged from the Rift, nor did any creatures come coveting what lay on this side. From this, he deduced that the glow must have a concealing and warding effect.
So, he decided to try stepping through the Rift to take a look at the other side.
As long as he didn't stray far from the Rift, he could return immediately if he encountered any danger.
