"What's going on?" someone asked, their voice trembling slightly.
"This… this couldn't be the Wrath of the World, right?" another said, eyes wide, their face paling.
"Seems like it… but who in their right mind would attempt to break through to Mythic Rank here, in such an unstable place and without proper preparation?" an elder muttered, his voice grim.
The oppressive aura grew heavier, thunder rumbling within the gathering storm clouds, carrying a destructive energy that sent chills through even the most hardened warriors present.
Whatever was happening above them was no ordinary phenomenon—and everyone instinctively felt that something far greater and more dangerous than their petty conflict was about to unfold.
Looking at the thick black clouds churning ominously above their heads, everyone present came to the same terrifying conclusion—someone was attempting to level up to Mythic Rank.
