Those stars... seem to be "watching" him.
Not passive energy radiation, but active, conscious observation.
As if each star were a giant eyeball, staring coldly at this insignificant being daring to peer into their secrets.
What's more chilling is that these "star eyes" gaze with a certain hungry desire.
Like a long-imprisoned beast suddenly smelling the scent of fresh flesh.
"What's going on..."
Ron forced himself to stay calm, carefully analyzing this aberrant phenomenon.
In previous meditations, these stars also showed some "activity," but never so clearly exhibited traits of "consciousness."
As the observation deepened, a hypothesis in his heart became increasingly confirmed:
These "stars" contemplated by wizards for generations might not have been simple celestial bodies from the beginning.
They are likely the "eyes" or "tentacles" of some ancient entities.
Concealing themselves under the guise of stars, lurking in every corner of the cosmos.
