Amid the twisted trees, a cultivator base camp sprawled across the forest and parts of the sigil-strewn clearing. Tents and other makeshift structures were positioned carefully… plotted to avoid the worst of the gravity distortions.
A certain swordswoman approached the heart of the anomaly with movements a bit less cautious than others on the surface. Qatrand strode confidently through the orderly chaos, her deliberate steps more aware than most of the most dangerous sections in the middle of all the activity.
Numerous Coiled Serpent Guild members hurried about the area as she passed. Some huddled over the complex sigil formations, concentrating as they worked to unravel the anomaly's secrets. Others took measurements between different sections of the area… and plenty of samples.
When reaching the center, she overheard a familiar name being spoken by a group of animated sigil researchers.
