The silence that had fallen over the basaltic plain was heavier than the rumbling of the surrounding rivers of lava. Xuan BaiShe stood upright, arms crossed behind his back, observing the three Great Ancestors of the Azure Kingdom with an almost clinical curiosity. The three Demigods, once so proud, were now nailed to the ground by immense blades of black ice that pierced their shoulders and thighs, brutally anchoring them into the volcanic rock.
The golden blood, a sign of their divine rank, flowed slowly along the stone channels, evaporating in small hisses upon contact with the heat of the ground.
Long Huang wiped away with a disdainful gesture a trail of divine blood that stained her porcelain cheek. Her dark membrane wings slowly folded back against her back.
The leader of the Demigods raised a trembling head. His bloodshot eyes fixed BaiShe with helpless hatred.
