The Abyss Serpent Clan bore little resemblance to the Azure Dragon Clan.
Where the latter rose toward the heavens in towering terraces and suspended palaces, this domain lay spread across the earth, vast and low, woven into forests and winding waterways.
Lakes glimmered at every turn, reflecting dim lantern light that hovered like drifting souls in the night sky. Pagodas stood in quiet clusters, their silhouettes half-swallowed by mist.
Yet beneath that natural beauty, there was something oppressive.
A lingering heaviness in the air.
Ningyan's gaze swept across the grounds, his steps unhurried, his presence concealed beneath his disguise.
How melancholic… he thought.
It was as though the land itself had long since grown weary.
He did not need to guess the cause.
Lan Yunlai.
Regardless, the clan was far from empty.
Beasts moved through the streets and courtyards, many of them not serpent-kind. Their auras varied, but one thing remained constant. The demonic aura.
