Chapter 876 - The Magic Tower (2)

The Wind Quadrant was alive with motion, a miniature cyclone swirling in its center. The winds were contained within an invisible boundary, but their presence was palpable—every now and then, stray breezes escaped to brush against the travelers' faces or rustle their clothing. The whirlwind whispered faintly, a chorus of overlapping voices that seemed to recite riddles, poems, or warnings. Tiny motes of light danced within the currents, spinning in harmonious chaos, like stars caught in a celestial vortex.