"Just understand. From today on, the entire territory will remain tense," Mr. Stone said, his ancient voice rumbling like thunder before his form dissolved into a streak of light and vanished beyond the horizon.
Far below, deep in the inheritance ground, Ethan was completely unaware of the storm brewing above.
The golden light that had pierced the heavens had vanished, and silence had reclaimed the subterranean world. Ethan stood in the ruins of the shattered tablet and slowly scanned the surroundings once more, his violet pupils shimmering faintly.
He frowned. "That voice… where did it go?"
A faint echo lingered in the humid air, the ancient tone still resonating in his mind. Whoever had spoken held power that transcended time itself; its ripple was as heavy as fate's decree. But no matter how far his spiritual sense reached, Ethan found nothing.
"Vanished again after just one sentence," he muttered, disappointment flickering across his face before the pragmatic calm returned.
