The dawn poured over the horizon, literally, but there was no golden light painting the world like a heavenly treasure. This world was pale; the best it offered was an azure radiance that showered the mountains like rain of luminance.
Crossing the arching bridge that led away from the quarters assigned to Cade and his companions was a lady with white hair like silk and flawless porcelain skin. Her initially pale face was nowhere to be seen and instead, there was an undertone of warmth. Her skin looked smooth and rich, making her resemble the guardian spirit of the sea's depths herself.
She walked across the bridge with slow steps, her overflowing emerald-green robe with a bamboo pattern trailing behind her.
On her face was frozen an expression of inexplicable shock.
'I feel very different… all my vitality has been restored… and more importantly, I'm overflowing with spirit essence. Why am I overflowing with essence?'
White Feather knew the obvious reason.
