Stone flexed underfoot like something breathing beneath it. Cracks spread in slow lines across the southern horizon, glowing briefly before sealing again, leaving behind veins of dull red light under blackened rock.
Ren felt the heat on his face now. Not burning. Warning.
Elara wiped sweat from her brow with the back of her wrist. "That's getting closer."
Nyxa nodded once. "The boundary is thinning. The Forbidden Lands aren't expanding."
"What? Forbidden lands?" Ren asked.
"Yeah! Something happening there." Nyxa replied.
"Then what are they we have to do?" Ilyas asked.
Nyxa's eyes stayed on the south. "Standing up."
Solara — Southern Forbidden Lands (Awakening Zone)
The molten rivers surfaced fully.
They didn't flow downhill. They followed stress, cutting sideways, uphill, sometimes circling back on themselves like confused nerves. Stone screamed as it tore apart, ancient layers exposed to heat they hadn't felt since the planet was young.
