Chapter 116: Something Sinister
In the realm of the unseen, the most minuscule of ripples, insignificant in their birth, can instigate a tempest. They multiply, growing and merging, their influence spreading from a humble bucket to the vast expanse of an ocean.
Their existence, once a mere whisper, becomes an irrefutable truth, a spectral echo that disrupts the tranquility of the surface with its somber undercurrents.
Atasha, ensnared by her inner demons, finds her gaze drawn to the lifeless form before her. A shell, cold and seemingly devoid of life, betrays a subtle movement that escapes the mourning girl's notice.
A solitary tremor from his finger fractures the cosmos, mirroring the fissure in the jade coffin and the lackluster ring bound on his finger.
In the stillness of the night, Solaris was grappled by an unusual chill, a sensation unfitting of her divine status.
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