The sky was dark and the silver light of the moon swept the lower regions of the nation of Cusk. The rivers, ponds, and even streams shimmered with that magical light as blue motes of light filled certain areas of the lush forest below.
Mana's density had skyrocketed, charging everything with its power. Trees that had the sturdiness of tier 3 cultivators existed everywhere, some going as high as the higher stage of the third tier. But that was the highest, and only one or two of such existed.
Noah continued his sprint on the many platforms of wind his mind was capable of crafting in a matter of instants. He could form seventy of such steps at every point in time, allowing him a sense of ease.
His destination was less than one-fifty miles away, but he could his instincts could pick up something. And it wasn't good.
Noah slowed down his movement speed to see if he could catch sight of anything odd, and he did.
