"Kweiya's descendants are the guardians of the Hill of the Sacred Tree with Vidyatama in it," she slowly walked around Aryan, and Aryan remained silent in his position. "Until now. And I'm the last generation who has the purest blood of all the surviving descendants of Kweiya."
Aah, that explains everything, Aryan thought. Of course, thus, Isy got a higher position than anyone else on the hill. No, no, no! Even than all the inhabitants of the Land of Purbha itself.
"We have our way of defending Kweiya's pure blood."
Aryan frowned, Isy stopped again right in front of him. The girl smiled with one hand touching his chest.
"I know you might be confused."
"Yeah, that's exactly what's happening to me."
"Just listen to me."
"Okay."
"You know," Isy got closer to Aryan. "That's why we're both in this pool right now."
