Chapter 453 - Monitor Like a Game (2)

On‑screen, Rodion paused at the cliff's mossy lip, every servo seemingly stilled by the proclamation. The dark filter turned the robot's white plating into moody gunmetal; his cloak, once a sensible charcoal, now fluttered like a cape stolen from a tragic hero. Below, the valley floor boiled with color: three mana pools thumped like monstrous hearts, each on its own toxic rhythm. Frost‑blue to the left—everything near it already crusted with transparent rime. In the center, a pearly static pool spat tiny arcs of lightning that herded manic fireflies into furious halos. Far right, a red fissure throbbed, pumping crimson pulses through hairline fractures in the rock. From above, it looked disturbingly like the valley itself was bleeding.