The encirclement broke. The Quartz Race lost interest in the Block before them.
They swarmed off in another direction, rushing toward a passage that led upward.
Mo Ling's curiosity got the better of him, and he hurried after them.
He wanted to see what the group of Quartz Race was searching for.
Following the mine tunnel upward, the Quartz Race crossed a bridge and arrived at a platform beside the main ore vein.
A few other unmoving Quartz Race were here. They were very small and clung tightly to the ore vein—they must have been newborns, just recently formed.
But the newborns weren't the center of attention. That role belonged to a Quartz Race member standing to the side, one with a strangely slender build.
Its once transparent and crystalline quartz body was now covered in cyan-colored spots. They were as conspicuous as drops of cyan ink blooming in clear water.
The Quartz Race member stared in shock at the changes on its own body, watching as the cyan specks slowly spread.
