With each passing day, Lin Mu grew more accustomed to the environment.
His gravity sense, though still in its early stages, proved invaluable.
He could not map the exact positions of every fragment. But he did not need to do that in the first place. What mattered were the disturbances. Whenever multiple gravitational fields interacted strongly, it created a subtle fluctuation. A distortion within the larger background of the sun's pull.
Lin Mu learned to recognize these signs.
And when the disturbance increased… He knew danger was near.
"Prepare," he would say.
And they would act.
This awareness saved them countless times as it reduced the uncertainty while giving them an edge. Yet even with this advantage, the search remained grueling as days turned into weeks.
The monotony of the terrain wore on them, each crevasse blending into the next, each tunnel leading to more of the same.
Meng Bai sighed one day, his voice muffled slightly by the talismans around him.
