The seal's formidable nature was precisely the kind of danger one should never underestimate.
Henry's lack of clear understanding about it was forgivable—but Lawrence?
Bound by intricate ties to the seal's creator, such an oversight should've been impossible for him. Yet against all logic, it happened.
Silence heavy as mountain mist settled between them.
True Essence refused to coalesce, scattering like autumn leaves in a tempest.
However much spiritual energy Henry converted, it slipped through his grasp like water through fingers.
"Lawrence," Henry's voice cut through the quiet, steady as forged steel, "what's our move?"
His calm revealed the hard-worn pragmatism of one who'd faced countless storms. No pointless recriminations—just mechanical maintenance of his cultivation techniq
