The moment Viktor raised his hand to unleash his power, the fabric of space around the Eastern School twisted violently. It wasn't the result of Viktor's attack. It was something else, something that came from deeper within the earth, from beneath the mountain itself.
The ground erupted.
A figure emerged from the stone, their body half-translucent, half-solid, their cultivation marks a deep indigo that Marcus had never seen before. The figure was female, ancient, with eyes that carried the weight of millennia.
"I was wondering when you would show your original form," the figure said. Her voice carried an accent that was neither Eastern nor Western but something far older, a language pattern that predated modern divisions of the world. "I have been waiting for this moment for three centu
