"Vivi, take out the Heart of the Fallen," Taranis ordered, stepping a few feet away from the bed.
"Warning! If the Heart of the Fallen is taken out here, its location will be revealed to every high-tier cultivator of Vyoman."
"Just do it," Taranis commanded.
A dark space tore open beside Taranis, and from within, a transparent, beating heart slowly emerged, its interior glowing with countless colorful veins.
The moment the heart appeared, an overwhelming pressure descended upon the Hundred Sky Mountains.
Dan... dha... dhun...
Dan... dha... dhun...
Dan... dha... dhun...
The beating echoed as if a hammer were striking directly against one's heart. Lunaria instantly fell to the ground, clutching her chest tightly.
"Wh-what is this familiar feeling?" she gasped, breathing heavily.
Vyaghra barely managed to remain standing. He could feel that the heart demanded absolute obedience. The more he resisted, the more it felt as though his heart was being struck.
