In Skyward Forest, there weren't any sect members or outsiders apart from demons and a few divine beasts. For years, the Grassrunners had been set free and lived within the sect under Nimfle's care.
Despite the power that could make anyone tremble upon witnessing it, it wasn't laws or Qi, but rather the power of the soul. Something immensely potent yet subtle. Both knew they couldn't draw too much attention and contained it within the barrier, keeping control of their souls to prevent leaks without alerting anyone from the outside.
The entire place seemed to freeze in time in the face of the power of the two divine souls. The whale floated, leaving Ruri petrified on the ground. The clash was something she could barely breathe through.
The skeleton seemed to pulse, and a subtle energy rose upwards, quickly accumulating and taking shape. The lingering power in the bones was drawn out, forming a physical shape.
