Days passed quietly in the Dimensional Convenience Store.
Hao still hadn't stepped outside into the Molten Ashlands.
But he wasn't clueless.
He had already asked Kurome and Tian Lu about their experiences out there.
'I could fight if I need to, Master.' Kurome had said. 'But... it's not ideal.'
The usually elegant and confident lynx sounded a little grumpy that day.
Which meant it must've been very bad.
She often took the night shift, so when she did go out during the day, the sun above the Scorching Soul City made her powers noticeably weaker.
Her Abyssal Veil could still form, of course.
She was a Pumbral Void Lynx, born of spiritual shadows.
But with the sun shining at full blaze, it was like trying to paint on water.
The light didn't just reduce her control, it diluted the shadows she summoned.
They became thinner, lighter, and less stable.
