At the moment Xino's words fell silent, a gentle glow suddenly descended from the sky, enveloping the heads of everyone present, and shrouding the fog-veiled forest in a layer of solemn and sacred garb.
Without thinking, the leader of the Gray Wind Tribe, Terrell, instinctively raised his head to gaze at the dome above, soon to be met with astonishment reflected in his eyes.
The crystal atop that dome was like the surface of a lake bathed in moonlight, giving rise to ripples spreading out in a pattern reminiscent of fish scales.
Bright moonlight poured into the forest, much like a clear night sky.
Night fell.
No—
More accurately, it brightened.
Gazing at the silver ripples spreading across the dome, the excitement in Terrell's eyes was simply indescribable, as though he had witnessed a miracle bestowed by Lord Demon God Himself!
The illuminated dome had returned!
