The full moon hung high over the Holy Sect, bathing the grounds in a silvery glow. Aric stood alone in a secluded clearing, his gaze fixed on the ancient formation etched into the ground. The lines of the formation, illuminated by moonlight, shimmered with a strange energy—a remnant of old magic meant to connect realms. The wind carried a chill, rustling the leaves around him. He exhaled slowly, the cool night air filling his lungs as anticipation bubbled inside him.
"It's time," Aric muttered to himself, stepping into the center of the formation.
In his hand, he held the four key items needed to activate the portal—the Celestial Jade Stone, Dragon Essence Pearl, Phoenix Flame Lantern, and Voidstone Ingot. Each artifact shimmered, exuding an aura of untamed power. He knew the risks of what he was about to do. The lower world was dangerous, filled with potential threats, but Aric had unfinished business there—loose ends that needed tying up.
