The silence reigned inside the meditation chamber, a vast room whose walls were made of raw obsidian blocks that absorbed the light to let only a dark and unsettling glow filter through.
BaiShe stood near a narrow window, observing the volcanic peaks that tore through the sky of this wild era, his hands joined behind his back in his usual posture of perfect serenity. At his side, Yilan whom he had just snatched from the auction, seemed to be nothing more than a splash of bright color in this icy half-light. Her long silky hair of a vibrant pink fell in disarray over her shoulders, and her nine tails twitched with feline nervousness, betraying the instability of her internal energy. She fixed the back of the man she now called her master, her sapphire eyes shining with a confusion she could no longer repress.
