Wang Mulan did not stop. She ignored everyone behind her as if the world itself had faded into nothing. Even Yin Feng, who had always been within her awareness, was no exception this time.
Her steps did not slow, not even for a moment, as she ran straight toward the temple platform.
Her breathing had already grown uneven, each inhale sharp and rushed, each exhale trembling. Her heart pounded violently against her chest, so loud it almost drowned out everything else.
And yet, the closer she got, the stronger that strange, indescribable feeling became, like an invisible force pulling her forward, calling out to her, urging her to come closer... closer...
Then she finally reached it.
Her steps faltered abruptly, the momentum breaking as though she had crossed some unseen boundary.
And in the very next moment, she fell to her knees.
The soft grass beneath her bent under the sudden weight of her body, cushioning her fall as if trying to hold her up. It was as though all her strength had left her at once, drained in a single instant. But even then, she did not look down. She did not react to the fall nor to the faint sting in her knees.
Her gaze remained fixed ahead...on the platform.
Her eyes widened ever so slightly... and then, slowly, they began to shimmer with something that rarely appeared within them. It’s wonder...a pure, undeniable wonder.
Behind her, a voice broke through the heavy silence.
"Mu...lan!"
Yin Feng rushed forward, his expression shifting the moment he saw her collapse. Alarm flashed across his face, his heart skipping a beat as he closed the distance between them. Without hesitation, he reached her side, his hand moving quickly to support her, steadying her fragile form.
"You..."
But before he could even finish his words, she accepted his help only briefly...just enough to regain her balance, and then, gently but firmly, she pulled away.
Without saying a single word, she rose to her feet once more and began to walk forward again toward the platform.
Yin Feng froze for a brief moment, confusion flickering across his face as he watched her. Something about her felt... different...no off.
He couldn’t quite understand it, but it unsettled him deeply. Still, he did not stop her. Instead, he followed closely behind, his gaze locked onto her figure, unwilling to let her out of his sight.
"...Did something happen?" he asked quietly, his voice lowered now, cautious, as if afraid that speaking too loudly might disturb whatever was unfolding.
But there was no answer.
Wang Mulan did not respond. She simply lifted her hand and placed it upon the smooth, white stone.
The instant her fingers made contact...
She stood completely still. Not even the faintest movement remained in her body.
Her hand began to move slowly, almost reverently, tracing along the surface of the stone as though she were feeling for something hidden deep within it.
The stone itself was cold, its pale surface reflecting a faint, almost ethereal light. Yet under her touch... it almost seemed to come alive, as if responding in some silent, incomprehensible way.
And her expression changed.
The calm, distant composure she always carried, the quiet detachment that defined her, was gone.
In its place...
A soft, radiant brightness emerged.
Her eyes shone.
Behind her, the gathered beastmen began to slow, their earlier movements fading into stillness as they took in the scene before them.
Confusion spread among them like ripples across water.
"...What is happening?"
"Why did the priestess suddenly..."
"Did she feel something?"



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