As General Cao approached the secluded area where Sofia was expected to be training, an odd sensation washed over him. The air felt unusually light, almost as if it had been purified. Each breath he took seemed to cleanse his lungs, leaving a strange yet invigorating clarity in his mind and body.
He paused, his sharp senses picking up on something unfamiliar. Faint particles of pure white light floated gently in the air around him, like tiny fireflies glowing with a serene brilliance. They hovered and swirled, seemingly drawn to an unseen force deeper within the grove.
"This…" Cao muttered, his brows furrowing in curiosity and unease. "What kind of magic is this?"
The specks of light grew more concentrated as he moved forward, their glow illuminating the faint outlines of the trees and the ground. Even the grass underfoot appeared more vibrant, almost shimmering with vitality.
