Reina bit her lip, her fingers gripping the knife's handle tightly, unable to hide the deep-seated pain within — she knew this was not just a tactical move but a matter of life and death, the ultimate offering to her clan and the world.
As night deepened, snowflakes fell like ink-stained silver sand, endlessly drifting.
But within the camp, there was an atmosphere of solemnity and reverence, sacred and grave like the sanctum of an ancient Divine Hall.
Zelros led three Elders to the center of the altar, which was a platform carved from pure obsidian, inlaid with dozens of shimmering blue-silver Rune Stone Slabs that seemed to bear the flows of time and the woven fabric of Spiritual networks.
"Please take your positions around the altar," Zelros commanded solemnly, "The Spiritual Link Array must be perfectly activated, or the consequences will be unforeseeable."
The crowd responded silently, each moving to their designated position.
