The Cultivator's Revenge
The peaceful rhythm of the barrier shattered, now it rippled with agitation, its calm surface broken by waves of raw energy.
Then, in the heart of the aurora light, a path of brilliance formed, stretching outward from the hidden world within.
Lady Anya emerged first, her white robes rippling like snow caught in moonlight. But this time, she wasn’t alone.
She walked ahead, posture low and respectful, as though guiding a force far greater than herself.
Behind her, a man appeared.
An elder, his long, white beard braided with silver rings, his face carved with age and authority. His eyes were a glacial blue, deeper and colder than any winter sky.
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