Wei Xuan steadied her stance, the dimensional energy beneath her tingling with latent power.
Her eyes narrowed, piercing through the chaotic swirls of the temporal ether.
Wei Xuan's heart pounded as if it were a drum beaten by the gods themselves.
Her breathing was measured, her focus absolute.
Today was not just another day.
It was a fulcrum, a tipping point.
Chronos was on the brink of ascension, and her visions could hold the keys to his fate.
The tension was palpable; even the air in the room seemed to hold its breath.
Beads of sweat trickled down her forehead, each drop a testament to her concentration.
A guttural chant escaped her lips, a melody older than time itself, and then—an electrifying flash.
Then, with a sensation like breaking through the surface of icy water, the world changed—she was there, immersed in a vision that stretched across the fabric of existence.
