While Ozul and the Transcendent woman were thrashing around the old estate, Ember had decided to pay a visit to some of her 'old colleagues.'
In another corner of Phoenix City, an old man without any Beastkin features was tending to the plants in a serene, quiet garden. Only the occasional soft wind disturbed the scenery, causing the sweet fragrance to spread all over.
With one such blow of the wind, the man halted while he was inspecting a precious white flower. As if muttering to himself, he spoke softly, "No other cultivator smells of ashes...Ember, my dearest friend."
"I'm not here to exchange pleasantries," replied Ember without any hint of emotion on her face. Anyone could guess they weren't really friends.
"Oh..." the old man finally put down his gardening tools and turned around to face her. He spoke, "You wouldn't mind telling me how you got your hands on an intact Mind's Eye, would you? Seeing as you have regained your cultivation..."
