Finally, after what felt like an eternity of painstaking effort, they reached the heart of the fallen tree god—a small chamber bathed in a gentle, otherworldly radiance. At its center, embedded within the core, lay the seal.
Kaelar's eyes widened in awe as he beheld the seal's intricate design—a convergence of ancient runes and profound symbols that contained the power of the demon's finger. It pulsed with an ominous aura, hinting at the immense destructive force it held.
Kaelar voice broke the reverent silence. "We must act swiftly. According to the memories I received, the seal requires the stabilization of four Core Formation cultivators. We are the four needed to fulfill this task."
Kaelar continued, his gaze fixed upon the seal. "We must pour our cultivation essence into the seal, intertwining our energies to restore its stability. It will require every ounce of our strength and focus, but failure is not an option."