Michael’s face are as pale as plates , his body is spondge soft. He opens up the container of the tablets and swallows them without water.

A tundering drum sound explodes , deafing his ears ; he coughts , the tablet that just entered his throat slips out.

He searches for the source of that sound——the aircraft shaped in dragon that is powered by two rows of paddles that are as dense as limbs on a centipete.

‘Siyue’s agents?’ he thinks to himself.

The wooden aircraft were like weightless feather that floats by the beat of the drum , it slowly decends until it reaches the ground.

To Michael’s suprise , the folks coming out of it were dressed in suits with most of them having a jade ornament hanging on their neck.

Before Michael could understand what is going on , Neon rushed to a man that gives off a feeling like he wasn’t suppose to be here , but to be on a stage.

…

‘‘Xihua , that’s your daughter?’’ Wen says to Xihua , Neon’s father.

‘‘She hasn’t grow taller.’’ Wen continues.

‘‘What do you expect? She’s almost twenty!’’ Xihua replies.

‘‘I mean…you know , she might grow taller.’’ Wen answers.

‘‘…Do you really think that this argument is meaningful? I don’t control how fast my daughter grows.’’

‘‘Hey…um mister Wen , i’m still here by any chance…’’ Neon interrups.

‘‘So…dad , why are you here and in this…bad timing?’’ Neon asks.

‘‘Wen wanted me to come , he offered me a dinner at Chuangxiang resturant , you know how good their lamb tastes.’’ when Xihua mentioned the resturant , he sees a spark in his daughter’s eyes.

‘‘If only i could…i will never return to this place again…’’ he says to himself.

Neon , hearing her father’s talk , didn’t respond , only looking away.

Wen slightly pats Xihua’s back while his eyes are poiting to the spreading crowds.

‘‘Time to go , we’ll do the flashbacks later.’’

‘‘What flashback?’’

‘‘Forget about it.’’

…

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Hours later , chamber of Letter-Writer , Grand dome.

Around the long table that is wider than a dualhand longsword sits the chamber members and the agents. The wood scented chamber is lingered by the sunlight that illuminates the midair dust. Sun’s ray deflects on the armchair at the end of the long table , glazing , wating for someone.

The whispers for powers never stopped , it never was , it never is , it never will.

As the words gets louder and louder , the door blasts open.

‘‘Mistblue is having some traffics.’’ Fosfor annouces.

Her hand grips onto a painting that came out of nowhere and throws it onto the table ; the painting slides from the door side of the room to the window side of the room.

‘‘There he is , better contain him before another security breach’’ Fosfor says , refering to the wake of Starseeker.

‘‘By the way he’s keeping abnormalies in the dome.’’

Sielence , pure vaccum of sounds , like mouths finnaly learnt how to shut up.

‘‘Guards! Take down the introuder!’’

‘‘Noone here dies! Do chamber really want to mess around with a diety?’’ one of the siyuenese agent yelled.

‘‘You are absolutly right , noone here dies , noone could die.’’ Fosfor says with pointing her finger at the agent , even if she don’t know what does the word ‘diety’ mean in Siyue.

The eyes and sights arrows at her like an orchestra. She ignores them and jumps onto the table and slides into the armchair of Letter-Writer. Fosfor wonders where did Letter-Writer bought his chairs , they are…so ….comfortable.

Fosfor sees a familiar face in the chairs and heads.

‘‘Wen , could you explain one sentece for me?’’

‘‘Everything added toughether equals ‘him’.’’

‘‘Do you have to make a mess in here?’’ Wen said , refusing to answer Fosfor’s question

‘‘Don’t worry ,’’ she says while wobbling on the chair ‘‘i don’t want to work overtime , you know what i mean , right?’’

The room is filled with words again , some loud , some quite.

Two things are keep being brought up the table , the asking of reopen the domes and the disater in Grand dome.

Wen knows their true goal here , the meeting , the agents are nothing but a cover , a big red ball to distract Euth.

By the plan the ‘‘roaming mercs’’ should be hunting down their prey - Suiyin. Siyue’s side doesn’t worry about if their plan is going to fail , after all they’ve got a Barricade on their side.

The words are getting faint in Wen’s ears , he never liked meetings.

‘‘Wen? Don’t die , you promised me a dinner!’’ Xihua snaps Wen back to reality.

‘‘…uh…ummm….yeah , yeah i’m fine.’’

‘‘And this guy has something to tell you.’’ Xihua says and he nods at a member of the chamber.

‘‘So… we agree that we will open the border of three domes , since the Letter-Writer isn’t in power anymore…we need someone to sign the papers.’’ the member explains.

‘‘Understood , so who is going to be the next Letter-Writer?’’

The memeber didn’t answer , only looks to the door side of the table. If not because of limit of width of the table , Wen thinks that the folks here would start a group fight and Fosfor will applause at the edge of the fight.

Out of nowhere the window shatters , shards of glasses rainfalls onto Fosfor , some of the fleeing shards leaves lines of tiny scars on Wen’s face.

Then a man in white dashes throught the chamber , levitating the papers on the table and leaves rushes away. Right as he leaves , a group of so called ‘‘mercs’’ climbs into the building.

The sound of inhaling and deep breaths , the metal gears and tools that are hanging on their battlesuit keeps hitting each other , like a marching drumbeat replaced the argumeting talk. They are like entities from urban legends , come with no sign and leaves with no trace.

Seeing that they are goe ,Fosfor breaks the unwanted sielence:‘‘So noone wonders why three ‘gods’ decides to party up at Euth?’’

‘‘Why then?’’

She didn’t answer immediatly , Fosfor black pupil looks at the roof , at the delusional giant ‘bone’ , she knows it isn’t there and it is only an illusion , but she just can’t stop questioning about its mere being.

‘‘Three jester , one king , that’s all i can say.’’