Han Yu's pulse quickened as both figures turned their gaze back toward the distant tomb. The faint red glow emanating from its core was intensifying, stretching higher and higher into the fractured sky.
He could feel it too... a vibration in the air, an energy that resonated with something deep within his soul.
And for the first time since awakening in this realm, Han Yu realized that whatever was happening was far beyond the comprehension of any sect or elder. These two men, these monsters in human form, were not acting alone. They were pieces of something much larger.
Something ancient.
Something that was now awakening.
Han Yu stood there in silence, his body tense and mind blank. The silence after the slaughter was suffocating. The air still smelled of blood and burnt earth, and faint traces of spiritual energy lingered like aftershocks from a great storm.
