The dense jungle was thick with shadows, the canopy above barely allowing slivers of sunlight to pass through. Madison and Bella walked side by side, their boots crunching softly against the damp earth, the weight of their collected beast crystals resting in pouches at their waists.
Madison's grip tightened around the hilt of her sword—a weapon unlike any she had wielded before. It glowed with a faint purple hue, pulsing like a living entity, and every few moments, a thin radiation of deep violet mist would seep from its blade, corroding the ground wherever it touched. The power contained within the weapon was unsettling, yet mesmerizing. Ray had said it was a temporary enhancement, a test of the properties of beast crystals. But even in its unfinished state, Madison could feel its immense potential.