The atmosphere above the ash plain of the Immortal Grave was saturated with a metaphysical tension so dense that the air itself seemed to liquefy into a molasses of Yin Qi and Khao.
The winds carried gray particles that scraped the basaltic rocks like a divine file. Xiaoli, the Queen of Hearts of the Rakshasas, cleaved the purple skies with a funereal majesty. Her titanic silhouette of two meters ten cut through the sulfur clouds like a celestial scythe.
She held Xuan BaiShe firmly against her flank, the young master partially sealed by viscous blood chains.
These chains were alive: they pulsed to the rhythm of his Omega Heart's beats, each contraction projecting a scarlet glow through the flesh of his prey. The queen's long blood-red hair floated behind her like a trail of liquid fire, contrasting violently with the cadaverous whiteness of her alabaster skin.
