He could hear the flames leap, warping the air with heat. He could hear sixty years of history swaying within the Candle Tears.
All the sounds were low, like the whispered conversations of museum-goers in a spacious gallery, floating indistinctly beneath the ceiling, the words blurred, chaotic, and distant.
Every sound was present, except for the sound of Kai Luonan's footsteps.
There was no unusual movement around the pillar, nor were there any new, faint shadows on the ground—though the matte floor and the scattered, soft spotlights made it difficult to be certain.
Fu Tailan held his breath. Lowering his gaze, he slowly took out the power strip Illusion and held it in his hand.
The power strip displayed a total of five Illusions. The last switch was blank, as the power strip wouldn't show itself, and there were no weapons like pistols nearby. Two of the five were defensive Illusions given to him by the Ballet Resident.
The other three lines of small text were perfectly clear:
