The city buzzed with restless energy, a strange mix of awe and urgency gripping its people.
The immortals were gone, but their presence lingered, the pale, moon-like portal hanging in the sky above the mountaintop.
Its soft, ethereal light spilled over the landscape, casting an otherworldly glow that seemed both inviting and untouchable.
The crowd gathered beneath the shimmering bridge of light, their faces illuminated by its radiance. Whispers rippled through the air like an unrelenting current.
"Look at it! The pathway remains!"
"Could we ascend it?" a voice asked, trembling with hope.
"If we could step onto it," another murmured, eyes burning with ambition, "we might reach the immortal world. We could become like them!"
The idea sparked a wildfire of excitement. Word spread quickly, drawing ascendants from every corner of the city and beyond.
