Meng Qi froze, taken aback. A thin, weak smile appeared momentarily as he shook to recollect himself. He would meet the matter candidly, as a true warrior should. It would be unbecoming of him to fret and despair over the inevitable.
Putting his thoughts aside, he strode to the central light pillar. The absence of information on the next task, as well as his companions, hindered his debate over which artifacts he should redeem. He used five hundred Karma points for a Recover Pill, bringing his total down to one hundred and ten.
He sat silently as moments passed. Suddenly he was enveloped in rising fumes that whisked him away from the Samsara Square.
...
It was July when the cold set in as autumn approached. The days were still quite warm, but the nights were cooling down.
