In the depths of the seclusion chamber veiled by countless layers of formations made up of life and illusion, Mingzhi stepped inside, her black eyes instantly drawn to the three figures at the center.
Everlight knelt on one side, her nine silken tails swaying in slow arcs, like soft brushes stroking the threads of time. As an Empyrean Beast, she retained her beast features as a human. Still, her expression was gentle, but also solemn. Her eyes were closed, hands glowing with a silvery-golden light of regression.
On the other side stood Myria, the Saintess herself, draped in white robes. The tips of her fingers flickered between pale silver and midnight black, a sign of the duality surging through her veins. The power of life and death transformed into reincarnation energy, surging between her palms.
