Chapter 261 The Final Measure of Will
The Inheritor's steps resonated with Stones.
A heavy silence enveloped the air, devoid of morning birdsong and the gentle whispers of the wind, as if the world held its breath, anticipating a significant event to unfold, creating an atmosphere thick with tension.
Fitran and Rinoa stood side by side at the ruins of Wind Shrine, encircled by Myrrial and Solgrane, who formed a circle of unity among them. Behind them, the path to Center loomed faintly, reminiscent of a dawn hesitant to reveal a glimmer of hope. Yet, no one could move forward, impeded by the laws of Stones that had to be unraveled before they could continue their journey.
The Inheritor remained silent.
No words escaped their lips. Only those crystal-like eyes glimmered softly, emanating an aura of superiority — not a sign of anger, but rather a deep and unavoidable judgment.
The aura of superiority spread across the field.
Tension gathered in the air as if a storm was approaching, silently coiling around them like a thick fog that filled their hearts with uncertainty; Fitran felt his heartbeat resonating intensely, not just within himself but in the earth beneath his feet, as if Stones itself awaited the final decision; in the encompassing silence, each second stretched on, the flow of time appearing to pause, patiently biding its moment for an unexpected leap forward.
The air thickened, heavy as if laden with unspoken judgment.
The waves of energy swept through slowly, quietly, yet profoundly...
So profound were the energies that even their desires felt stripped bare, revealing the raw essence of their being.
Judicator's Radiance.