The dense emerald canopy gave way to an extraordinary, terrifying sight.
In the heart of the deepest basin of the Mist Cloud Forest lay a colossal sunken valley spanning dozens of miles.
What should have been untamed wilderness was now an enormous staging ground of majestic camps, levitating pavilions, and colossal beast-drawn war chariots.
Hovering suspended directly above the center of the valley was the source of the ancient disturbance, a gargantuan spatial rift stretching hundreds of yards across the sky.
The void fissure looked like a jagged, bleeding wound cut into the fabric of reality itself.
Tendrils of viscous crimson and pitch-black Qi rolled off its jagged edges like stormy waterfalls, rippling the surrounding atmosphere with crushing gravitational waves.
Deep within the abyssal tear, ancient runes flickered in rhythmic cycles, slowly peeling back the primordial barrier that kept the pocket dimension locked away from the mortal realm.
