Cold creek spray pricked his face. He blinked and found himself once more beside the water in Peach Blossom Haven, the dream of stone pavilions already dissolving. Yet the resonance lingered.
Deep within, the four entwined forces sat more snugly than before, and the impression of nascent chaos pulsed against his soul like afresh brand.
The Vermilion Demon Lord cocked his head, crimson curls dancing over one horn. "What just happened? You shut your eyes for a breath, and the old man waved you through."
"Hard to unravel," Jared said, still tasting the hush of that vanished board. "Call it an insight."
He let the questions hang. His gaze traveled to the farthest reach of the haven where fog curled around the mouth of an ancient cave, lines of time etched in its shadowy arch.
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