[VOLUME 15: THE PRIMORDIAL PILGRIMAGE][ARC 4: THE ILLUSIONS OF WHITE ASH]
The pale, ghostly serpents of ash didn't strike like vipers. They slithered up the ankles of Li and Aldren with the insidious, suffocating gentleness of a lover's embrace.
"Li! Aldren! Wake up!" Elara screamed, her voice tearing through the horrifying stillness of the bone forest.
She lunged toward them, her Twilight Resonance flaring in a desperate burst of violet starlight, intending to blast the ash away. But before her magic could connect, the very ground beneath her feet violently shifted.
The earth—a compacted layer of human dust—erupted into a blinding, localized blizzard of white ash.
"Elara!" Wukong's voice cut through the chaos.
