"First, the basics," Ren whispered as they approached a cluster of trees. "See how the threads shine differently depending on the angle?"
Taro and Min nodded beneath their camouflage blankets, moving with the deliberate slowness Ren had emphasized. Each movement was carefully calculated to avoid alerting the creatures above.
"The brightest ones are older, but they're not the most valuable," Ren continued, his voice barely above a whisper. "Look for threads with a faint, transparent gleam. Those are new ones that haven't absorbed much mana yet. Their sensitivity is still perfect."
"How do we reach them?" Min whispered, observing the threads stretching several meters above their heads, creating an ethereal web in the filtered sunlight.
"Watch the Weavers first," Ren discreetly pointed toward the high branches. Several white figures moved among the foliage, their moth wings shimmering under the sun like living silk.
