Alan squinted into the blizzard, his hand hovering in the air, ready to open a portal to the Jade Palace. Something flickered at the edge of his vision, pulling his attention away. The source of the disturbance came from the heart of what little remained of his [Supreme Meteor].
"What is that?"
He muttered, his voice nearly lost to the howling wind.
The swirling snowstorm failed to obscure the vibrant light radiating from the crater's center. Alan's body ached with exhaustion, under any other circumstance, he might have ignored it. But this was different. The light called to him, He couldn't exactly it explain it. It just 'felt' that way.
"..."
Sighing, Alan channeled mana to resist the blizzard's merciless assault. He soared toward the light, the glow intensifying with every passing moment. He knew it wasn't the pillar—the artifact was already shattered, he was certain he had destroyed that abominable thing.
