Feng Yin's brows furrowed.
"Bound by fate and trust..."
She glanced at him. He met her gaze but said nothing.
[Trial One: Complete a talisman creation. Failure to attune will result in expulsion—or death.]
Tian Shen sighed. "Figures."
A desk materialized before them, adorned with two sets of talisman materials—spirit-infused paper, beast blood ink, jade-carved brushes.
Feng Yin took a deep breath. "We've never done this together before."
"We can try."
She hesitated.
"You trust me that much?"
He picked up a brush and offered her one.
"I want to. Let me."
Although Feng Yin doesn't know Inscriptions, Tian Shen guided her. Their hands moved almost in unison, guided by unseen patterns in the air. It wasn't just an exercise in skill—it was in synergy.
He felt her pulse through the ink, her emotion in the brushstrokes. She felt his hesitation, his suppressed grief, the deep wounds he hadn't yet named aloud.
