Jared's eyelids lowered a fraction.
"Which Sacred Paragon, exactly?" he asked, as though the name might unlock a hidden door.
The elder shook his head. "I cannot say... The mountain has stood tens of thousands of years. Celestial guardians watch it, but they give no name, only that the remains are ancient and revered, likely tied to their own lineage."
Jared clasped his hands in thanks and let the elder continue on his way.
When the elder's back disappeared into the procession, Luther leaned closer, voice barely a thread. "Mr. Chance, the energies here mesh in an ugly way, celestial essence braided with Ghost Clan chill. This isn't a normal shrine. And..."
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