Chapter 2997: The Two Thousand Two Hundred and Sixty-Sixth Echo: A Forest of Crystalline Trees

The landscape of awe, once a shimmering, formless expanse, began to coalesce.

It was as if the shared perception of the three beings was a lens, focusing the raw potential of the world into tangible forms.

The first to emerge was a river, not of water, but of pure, flowing light, its currents a silent symphony of color.

It carved a path through the landscape, its luminescence illuminating the soft, grey stone that formed its banks.

And from the river’s edge, a forest of crystalline trees began to grow, their branches reaching towards the sky like frozen lightning.

The world was no longer a blank canvas; it was a masterpiece in the making.