"To manipulate the wind? Quite a peculiar existence."
Veronia remarked with fascination, twirling the parasol in her hand. Clearly, there were no signs of being a Spirit Beast, yet it possessed the power to control wind like one. This could only be by divine permission; otherwise, how could a mere foreign relic so easily manipulate the elemental forces of this world?
"It doesn't seem to show any obvious malice."
Walking along the path of wind, Feng Yuan could hear the breeze singing hymns around him. Yet, despite the uplifting tone, there was an inexplicable sorrow embedded within the melody.
As they ascended the passage, the group marveled at the floating crystalline staircase. The hovering temple, shrouded in a pale green wind, revealed an ominous detail—a corner of it appeared to have been cleaved off by some tremendous force. The smooth fracture glimmered faintly with a greenish hue.
"As I suspected…"
