Necro's steps were measured as he left the Pavilion, each footfall a quiet affirmation of the rhythm he had found within the Virtual Battlefield. The dawn breeze shifted across the Sect's terraces, carrying the scent of pine resin and wet earth, the lanterns guttering as the wind tugged at their flames. Mist still clung to the lower paths, swirling around Necro's ankles as he moved.
His mind replayed the rhythm he had touched within the simulation, the subtle pattern beneath combat's chaos, and he felt the Green Lotus within his dantian pulse gently, almost approvingly, as if urging him onward.
[System Notification: Personalized Martial Art Creation Quest Active.]
[Objective: Create a Martial Art Technique Aligned with Your Comprehended Daos.]
