"Sister Yue," Zhu Ziyan suddenly jumped down from the winged white tiger, her boots thudding softly against the cracked, heat blasted earth as she walked toward the couple.
Her expression was a mixture of relief and cautious urgency, her animalistic eyes scanning the horizon even as she approached.
Huo Yue frowned and turned toward her, her grip on Haoran's robes tightening for a fleeting second before she regained her composure.
The intimate bubble that had surrounded them for a moment was pierced by the reality of the battlefield, a stark reminder that they stood in the center of an elemental meat grinder.
Zhu Ziyan was about to speak, perhaps to warn them of the shifting energy she sensed in the air, but at that moment, the world suddenly shook.
It wasn't a mere tremor; it was a violent, tectonic displacement that nearly threw everyone to their knees.
