Nova walked silently across the crystalline plains, Lunaris walking beside him. The horizon stretched endlessly.
Beastaria's Expanse was infinite, or so he'd thought. An unending tapestry of chaos, blending geography and nightmare into one, yet the farther he walked, the more the air began to change.
It wasn't just thicker, it felt alive. Each gust carried static, faint and dangerous. Lunaris stopped suddenly, its ears twitching. The creature let out a low, guttural trill, not a growl, but a warning.
Nova glanced down. "You feel it too, huh?"
The cat's silver-black fur rose in faint waves, light rippling across its spine. The mana density here was climbing, folding over itself like overlapping storms.
Nova's instincts sharpened. The air pressure was wrong. Gravity was fluctuating. It wasn't heavy or light; it was shifting, as though Beastaria itself was breathing in sync with him.
