Dark clouds loomed, and a gloomy wind howled within the city of Xiaguang.
Spanning the sky like a great net, clinging to the tall buildings, burrowing underground—the Filthy Marks stirred to life, trembling in segments.
Swelling, contracting.
They resembled energy-carrying conduits.
A few Filthy Marks began to crack and fall off, like scabs peeling away from human skin. Yet, as the Marks decreased, the sorrow, despair, and desolation weighing on people's hearts intensified.
A dense melancholy permeated the air, shadows under the dark clouds stretched and twisted, latching onto Awakeners and mythical beings.
Chilling as serpents.
Desolation pierced the spirit.
At the site where the Filthy Marks first appeared in Xiaguang, the grotesque shadows took the shape of beautiful, eerie petals. They seemed as mournful as inanimate objects, yet as graceful as living creatures.
