The wind outside was fierce now, as if the mountains themselves were exhaling cold anger. He did not wish for any stray beast to scent him or see firelight.
Once the entrance was secure, Han Yu crouched inside and summoned a small flame from his fingertip. With the Dancing Flame Art, fire bloomed soundlessly in the center of the cave, warming the cramped space with a fuzzy orange glow.
He placed some wood he had in his storage and lit it up. With that done, he let out a tired breath and sank down against the wall.
"Today was too close."
He swallowed a handful of healing pills, wincing as the bitter medicinal taste coated his tongue. They dissolved fast, their energy rushing through his body. Warmth spread through his meridians, washing away the cold residue like water flushing poison down a river.
He sat cross legged and closed his eyes, guiding the medicinal energy with careful precision.
His breathing steadied.
His heartbeat slowed.
