Chapter 6474 Too Quiet
- In the heart of the Elder Soulborn Forest, the last afterimage of the Second Trial's Wraithbeast Ordeal scattered completely. The violent aftershocks of soul-force slowly died down, and the entire chamber sank back into dead silence.
- Thin black-and-white mist rolled and drifted, like smoke, like low haze. It covered the road ahead, neither cold nor scorching, neither forceful nor baleful.
- It did not carry the bone-deep chill from the first two trials, the kind that devoured the spirit. It did not carry the bewitching chaos of the illusion array either. It was so plain it nearly crossed into the unnatural.