Chill oozed from the bronze floor tiles of the altar, and when Yun Zhao knelt in front of the Eye of Chaos, a slight stinging pain came from his knee bones. The cyan crystal suspended on the altar should have reflected the fate of the tribe, but at this moment it was covered with a layer of mist-like black shadow. She stretched out her hand to wipe the surface of the holy object, and suddenly there was a sticky touch on her fingertips - the blood and tears that had flowed from her right eye at an unknown time were dripping down her fingers.
