High above Summit Village, the Grand Spirit Mentor soared on ethereal wings, its form shimmering like starlight against the azure sky.
As the Spirit of Guidance, it had watched over this remote mountain settlement for eons, sensing the flow of spiritual energy that moved throughout the land.
-The seals only continue to get worse by the day… If not for the elder's message, more energy might've leaked out.
Mentor observed the seals on the sealed gate of High Peak Mountain.
A massive, shimmering barrier that pulsed with an eerie purple light. Tendrils of dark energy snaked around its edges, like grasping claws threatening to tear it asunder.
The once vibrant blue hue, indicative of a stable seal, had been steadily corrupted, a testament to the growing instability of the Abyssal Gate.
The constant flow of mana that typically surrounded the gate was now erratic and turbulent, with a chaotic energy that worried even the Grand Spirit.
