Deeper into the Greenwood Region, Max came across a checkpoint guarded by several members of the Void Soul Tower. They were young but disciplined, their eyes cold, scanning the area while crystal orbs floated above them like watchful sentinels. Each orb flickered with violet light, designed to pierce through concealment techniques.
Yet Max moved like water through the shadows, timing his steps perfectly between the sweeps of the light. He passed right through their line of sight, his heart steady, his expression calm.
Further ahead, the Thunder Monarch Hall's influence became clearer. Strange, buzzing sounds filled the air—their surveillance devices, shaped like insectoid constructs of lightning and steel, darted from branch to branch, their bodies crackling faintly with arcs of electricity.
