But then, she had watched him walk with unnerving certainty to a specific, unremarkable patch of earth and order his monsters to dig. When the shimmering, toxic glow of the Yellow River was unearthed, her scepticism had shattered.
"You knew exactly where to find it… Amazing!" she admitted, her voice barely audible over the roar of the battle. "Even in the Upper Realm, locating the subterranean veins of the Yellow River is a nightmare that requires specialised diviners. But how do you plan to stop it? Do you possess a Yellow River Bottle?"
Becky was far from oblivious. Even in the higher planes, the Scarlet Bears were symbols of primordial terror. She understood the mechanics of their blood-typed spirits and the corruptive nature of the river that fueled their frenzy.
In the Upper Realm, the standard procedure to halt such a tide was to locate the source and seal it using a specific, legendary treasure—the Yellow River Bottle.
