The jungles of the Primordial Beast World radiated a wild, chaotic energy.
Her straw-sandaled feet squelched in the muddy soil as she climbed over thick tree trunks that had collapsed onto the wetlands, their roots rotted away. An Jin, who had been searching for plant seeds, had her gaze fall upon a few stark white feathers mixed in with the dead leaves not far away.
'This is...'
The palm-sized white feathers shimmered with a faint purple light.
'Why are feathers from the King Beast, Ze Sheng, here?'
An Jin straightened up and looked around. She had been so absorbed in gathering seeds that she hadn't realized she'd wandered onto this mountain.
She saw that the ground was littered with white feathers, and the nearby branches and leaves were stained with dried, blackened blood.
