"Poison Soul Grass, Earth Yin Vine..." Mathilda called out excitedly as she darted from one patch of exotic vegetation to another. Her arms were already full of rare herbs, her eyes gleaming with joy like a child in a candy store.
"Collect those faster, we're leaving soon," Tyler said, standing near the edge of a strange spatial passage that shimmered like a tear in the fabric of reality. The crack wasn't floating in the air but embedded beneath the ground, appearing almost like part of the natural terrain—distorted, yet eerily still.
"Just a few more minutes!" Mathilda shouted back as she spotted a purple cactus with glowing needles and bolted toward it.
Tyler sighed and waited patiently, arms crossed. The others stood nearby, including a Grandmaster stationed behind Mathilda for her protection, keeping a watchful eye on the surroundings.
But then—something strange happened.
