"We will definitely be talking about this later," said Rear Admiral Zhou Gang Jia as he stared, hypnotized, at Liu Yu Zeng's hands. The black mist had taken on an almost snake-like quality to it as it continued to circle around the black leather gloves.
A small part of me wanted to pet the mist, if that were possible, but then I didn't know what the consequences would be. The snake-like mist started to raise a part of it, like a head, and looked in my direction as if it could sense my thoughts. I raised an eyebrow at Liu Yu Zeng, wondering if he had done that on purpose, but he simply shook his head, as entranced with his mist as the rest of us were.
The groaning sound of the gates being opened further snapped us out of our thoughts and, as one, we looked at the outside world.
