At first light the next morning, the sky had only just begun to pale.
By the time dawn broke, the core spirit vein in Evershade was already ringed in layer after layer of Sylvan guards. The core spirit vein lay in the deepest part of Evershade, inside the Spirit Vein Sanctum.
At the center of the sanctum stood a massive stone altar. The whole altar had been carved from smooth, warm spirit jade, and every inch of it was covered in ancient Sylvan sigils. A faint green spiritual light moved through the sigils, and the altar gave off a weighty, solemn presence.
At the center of the stone altar sat a deep springwell. Milky-white spirit spring water flowed within it.
Ripples spread across the surface of the spirit spring, and rich spiritual essence came rushing straight at them. But mixed into it was a trace of murkiness, faint enough to miss if one wasn't looking for it. That was the sign the spirit vein had begun to rot.
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