Hours passed.
The chaotic sounds from afar slowly faded. The air became still again, heavy with an uneasy quiet. Han Yu remained in place, conserving his qi and trying to regain his focus. His spiritual sense stretched outward, though it could not pass through the barrier.
He could feel faint vibrations from the direction of the tomb, like a deep pulse resonating through the land.
Then, a sudden shift occurred.
HUMMMMMM
The red glow that had dominated the skies began to dim. One by one, the towering pillars of light emanating from the tomb flickered and shrank, their radiance weakening until they finally vanished completely.
Han Yu stood up immediately, his senses alert. The trembling beneath the earth ceased, and the air seemed to lighten. The cracks across the ground began to mend, the fractures in the sky gradually closing as though reality itself was repairing its wounds.
"Is it… over?" he whispered.
