Milo pinched the bridge of his nose, "Sorry, can you repeat that for me".
"Sure", Ellen beamed.
Some thousand years ago, in an isolated cave lodged beneath one of the tallest mountains in the courts, White Tiger nestled gently on a small stone, his hands cupped carefully above his crotch and the essence in the atmosphere in a constant state of flow.
The ground shook as a burst of essence reverberated from outside, making it's way through the cracks in the mountain and pulling the natural essence spring from beneath White.
Even when he was annoyed, White maintained his composure and firmly locked his eyes shut. He let out a breath, tendrils of lightning rippling through the small smoke as a chill wafted through the cave.
White shuddered, his entire body starting to freeze, despite it being riddled with lightning and him beginning to light a fire around the stone, whoever was outside must have had a power equal to his own.
