Underground Palace, Cursed Land
The eerie and dimly lit underground palace was shrouded in an aura of loneliness and desolation.
Suddenly, the once stable space began to distort and contort, as if being pulled into a sinister vortex. In a flash, Liang materialized out of thin air, emerging from the very fabric of the void itself.
He swept his gaze across the desolate remains before him, a deep sigh escaping his lips. As he settled into a cross-legged position, he closed his eyes and delved into the depths of his consciousness. Within his mind's eye, his eyes fell on a captivating sight — seven mysterious runes adorned in a mesmerizing display of colors.
The seven runes swiftly lose their individuality, seamlessly melding together to create a magnificent, singular rune pulsating with a vibrant array of all seven colors.
