Under the Lost Fruit Tree, the shadows cast by the massive canopy were like solidified ink, enveloping Cyrus and Lai Ou in a suffocating silence. The air was filled with the scent of sulfur and decay, with only the unripe fruits hanging among the tree branches emitting a heart-stirring ripple of laws.
Suddenly, Lai Ou, who had been sitting as still as an ice sculpture, abruptly opened his eyes. His nostrils flared slightly, as his perception organs beneath the skin seemed to catch a faint disturbance in the distance. His massive frame sprang up, bringing a chill as he cautiously gazed toward the shadows of the ruins surrounding the chapel.
Almost simultaneously, a cold smirk formed on Cyrus's lips, as if everything was under his control. He slowly rose and gently dusted off non-existent dirt from his Wizard Robe.
