The cool water glistened in the moonlight as I scrubbed at the stubborn remnants of Fiona's unfortunate incident on my face.
The pool was tranquil, the sound of the nearby waterfall a soothing backdrop. Yet, my thoughts were anything but peaceful. My mind spun, trying to devise a way to get past the Qilin without, you know, dying.
The guardian creature lounged on his hammock a few feet away, now out of his fighting stance but keeping an eagle eye on me. He had resumed sipping from his coconut like he wasn't moments away from challenging me to a fight.
Talk about mixed signals.
I leaned back on my heels, rinsing my face one last time, and glanced over at Agnos, who had somehow managed to climb into a nearby tree, sprawled out like royalty. He batted at a stray leaf lazily.
Some god of destruction.
