The surrounding air was still filled with the lingering chaos and abyss, with the ghostly blue radiance flickering between the shattered slabs, illuminating the resolute yet weary faces of the group.
The shadows at the edge of the rift continued to writhe and expand, as if still lurking in the darkness, their cold, damp aura eroding every nerve.
Reina stood by one side of the altar, her head lowered as she meticulously studied the remnants of the Code that David had snatched.
She parted her thin lips slightly, her brows gradually furrowing, each small movement revealing her unwavering focus on the inscrutable runes and complex formulas.
The light projected from the altar fluctuated with shadows, making her silver-white hair faintly ripple in the wind.
"Here... there is a key."
