Crystal dew drops, plump and round, hung on the fragile spider web. Sunshine illuminated the drops like golden orbs on a silvery thread. Moulin sat on the chair, gazing calmly as the web shook once a breeze brushed past it.
His silver eyes deepened as he turned away.
In the heart of Falowright lies the Mother Crystal, housed within the fortified Arcan chamber. Now that the Arcan relics tests have somewhat completed, it was time to create the network, connecting the weakened lands. Like a web, with the Mother crystal as its core, its light will be drawn out and threaded into the veins of corrupted territories.
"A spiritual web," Moulin muttered.
Settlements would become Arcan Nodes, anchoring themselves to the heartbeat of the Mother Crystal, providing them power. The soldiers will use the relics as dew drops, serving as radiant mana-channeling vessels connecting across the web.
