In the hushed sanctity of his chamber, David was a lotus unfurling in the quietude. His legs folded beneath him, he was an island adrift in a tranquil sea of consciousness. Luna, a spectral sentinel, stood guard, her keen senses attuned to the ethereal tides of mana that ebbed and flowed around her master.
Since the whispered secrets of the [Heaven Whispering Palm] had been imparted to him, David had yearned to unleash its full fury. Qi, this foreign force that coursed through his veins, was a puzzle with tantalizing pieces. It was not the elusive essence Yue had talked about, yet it held a power that beckoned like a siren's song.
