Outside the heavily warded training chamber, the sudden, violent atmospheric shift caused by a cultivator stepping into the Golden Core Realm had sent immediate shockwaves rippling across the elder quarters.
Ethan stood in the center of the damp room, his muscles instantly locking down as his newly awakened spiritual senses picked up the terrifying reality outside. Decades—no, dozens of sharp, piercing auras were rapidly descending upon the pavilion like a swarm of hungry locusts. Senior Elders and elite enforcers from the upper peaks were closing in at a breakneck velocity.
Ethan's knuckles turned white, his amethyst eyes flaring with a dangerous, defensive light.
