Chapter 87 The Ancient Stirring

• The eerie, anomalous energy signature emanating from the Shadowfell Expanse cast a new, unsettling shadow over the Verdant Sanctuary of Atheria. The triumph of Kaelen's rebirth and the refined strategy of the Web of Light suddenly felt precarious. The Shadow Weaver, though dying, had become an unwitting harbinger, its retreat inadvertently awakening something far more ancient and terrifying.
• Liam's holographic star map, usually a comforting canvas of data, now glowed with an ominous, pulsating red where the Shadowfell Expanse lay. "The signature is evolving," Anya's voice was grim. "It's not just a pulse anymore; it's a slow, deliberate unfurling. It's almost as if… something is waking up."
• "What are its characteristics?" Elara asked, her hand instinctively going to the Moon-Tear Shard, which hummed with a low, troubled vibration. This feeling was different from the Weaver's despair; it was cold, vast, and utterly devoid of emotion – a void far more profound than any she had encountered.