The road felt wrong beneath Azrael’s feet.
Not broken.
Not unstable.
Alive.
Every step along the ancient stone sent faint pulses through the system hovering at the edge of his vision.
The symbols carved into the road half-buried beneath moss and centuries of erosion glowed faintly whenever he walked across them.
Mana: 132/240
Health: 94/130
Stamina: 162/180
Void Fragment Synchronization: 30%
Lyra walked a few steps ahead, her violet eyes scanning the valley while her hand rested casually near the hilt of her blad
.
“You feel it too,” she said without turning.
Azrael nodded.
“The road is reacting.”
She crouched near one of the stone carvings again.
The symbol resembled a circular pattern with three intersecting lines, each line branching into smaller runic marks.
“Old tran
