The Whispering Woods, the designated hunting ground for the Heavenly Ascendance preliminaries, was a sprawling canopy of suffocating green and grey. Every tree was thick with spiritual moss, and the air was heavy with the scent of damp earth and predatory beasts.High above, floating outside the barrier, a massive array of scrying mirrors projected the hunt to the Grand Elder and the observing Peak Masters."Look at the Saintess's dog," one of the Peak Masters chuckled, pointing at a specific mirror. "He's carrying a pack the size of a boulder, and he looks like he's going to faint from the ambient Qi alone."On the ground, Dver was putting on an Oscar-winning performance. He trudged ten paces behind Lyra, hunched over beneath a massive, iron-reinforced wooden backpack. His knees knocked together with every step. He flinched violently every time a bird took flight.Lyra walked ahead of him, her silver rapier drawn. Her face was pale, her jaw locked. She wasn't scanning the trees for b