Here, thick grey dust has accumulated into strips, like a computer case fan that hasn't been cleaned for years.
Then Zhu Tang made a sign, and a visible green breeze blew forth, sweeping the dust away.
As the wind infused the passage, a golden-red light gradually began to shine.
It was not fire, but a kind of red gemstone with a grey rim, resembling red-hot charcoal. Or rather, it was a kind of self-igniting coal that was highly resistant to burning.
Old Ibn nodded slightly toward Zhu Tang and walked inside.
"What happened afterward?"
Hayna, however, felt a gnawing curiosity; she was very eager to know the story that followed.
To become a ritualist or a cursing sorcerer... what happened then? Was the murderer found? Was revenge achieved?
"If one knows the effect of the Intestine-breaking Curse, one can easily guess... whose curse it was that made Ibn's father dare not seek vengeance."
Aiwass patted Hayna's shoulder and softly said: "It was the Benevolent Lords themselves.
