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Echoes of weeping roars reverberated through the terrain, sounds of wether beast clash as they fight for either food, mating right or territory.
With slight fog dancing through its landscape, both beautiful aura trees or dead trees coexist as thunders rumbles far into the sky, revealing forth natures rage and wisdom.
Yet far within this ominous terrain, Cain could be seen sitting in a lotus position. His legs crossed, his breath steady as it raises and fell in a systematic motion. As he steadily absorbs vint energy greedily around his body like a starved beast.
Staval sat several meters from him, watching carefully as the neutral white vint energy quickly morphed into four colors.
Two different shades of blood sinister red, light brown, and a twin purple and dirty brown orbs circulated around Cain from Staval perspective.