Revenant Sia inhaled the crisp, evening air, her chest rising slowly with the weight of contemplation. With a practiced poise, she carefully sealed the ornate container and tucked it into the inner folds of her voluminous robes.
"Are we even now, senior?" Kai's voice was a calm harbor, his eyes—sharp embers—burned with an intensity, unwavering as they locked onto Sia's face.
"Even?" Sia's laughter, rich and melodic, floated through the air.
Her hand reached out as if to pluck a star from the heavens. Materializing in her open palm was a small, black triangular jade, edges smooth as obsidian glass, gleaming with a mystic energy.
Suspicion flickered in Kai's eyes like the shadows of an ancient forest, yet he tentatively extended his hand, allowing the cool touch of jade to pass into his grasp.
