The Great Primordial Mine, ever-present in the world, its existence spanning countless ages.
Throughout history, remarkable figures and geniuses have illuminated the annals of time like bright lamps, yet none have ever managed to seal Taichu, or destroy it, which speaks volumes.
It has endured through the ages. While generations of prodigies have grown old, turned to dust, and become part of the past, only it has remained unchanged.
An ancient mine, a living entity, seen by few throughout history.
Upon the crimson earth flowing with pure moonlight, a delicately beautiful child skipped about joyfully. It was extraordinarily lovely and cute, its gentle black locks fluttering and its white wings beating incessantly, resembling a little spirit dancing under the moonlight.
The seven people stood shocked, slowly retreating.
