39 years later, Savage Expanse.
The barren landscape stretched endlessly, marked by jagged cliffs and scorched earth.
The air shimmered with faint traces of mana, creating a disconcerting hum that resonated in Emma's ears.
Ash clouds loomed overhead and casted an ominous shadow over the thousands of awakeners gathered below.
"Dammit."
Emma bit her nails as her gaze darted over the assembled forces.
Her brows furrowed as she scanned the faces of the awakeners geared up for battle.
Their armor glinted faintly in the dull light and they had grim expressions.
Today, Typhaon would wake up.
Everyone had been preparing for this day for decades.
The tension in the air was palpable, broken only by the occasional clang of weapons and nervous murmurs among the awakeners.
But…
"Do they think this is a joke?" Emma hissed under her breath.
Typhaon's root had been burrowing deeper each day.
