Meiying started to cough.
"Xilai!" Wuyi called.
"I see it, young man."
"Do something!" Wuyi shouted in his head.
Wuyi could feel the poison thickening in the air. It was some curse, the physical manifestation of a curse. He went into his chamber. "I need help. We are going to try something new," he said to his statues.
"A curse. A physical curse – a poison in the air. we need to fix it." He went to the side wall of his chamber.
"None of us have special affinity to wind," he got a message from the statue of harmony.
"But the chamber can manipulate the elements. And we have help from the fort." He reached to the wall.
"Since it's a curse and wind, the statue of knowledge and Light should help resolve it," the statue of harmony communicated.
"That's a fine thought. We just act as conduits." He looked up at the wall of the chamber filled with symbols.
