Meng Jueyan said that the person who had touched the orb screamed in agony, clutching their body as veins turned black and bulged under their skin.
A strange energy erupted from within them, flooding out uncontrollably. Then, their body convulsed, swelling unnaturally before disintegrating into a cloud of fine dust that scattered in the air.
The details were too vivid, too terrifying to be mistaken for a mistake or illusion. Han Yu's breath hitched, his pulse quickening. He was about to ask her what these shrines looked like in greater detail when her next message arrived.
She described it clearly this time: a lone stone pillar standing in the middle of a ruined shrine, with a dull, stony orb placed upon its top.
"What?" Han Yu froze.
His entire body went rigid, and his head snapped up in the direction of his fellow disciples.
There, only a few dozen steps away, was exactly what she had described.
