That night, Suwei couldn't fall asleep.
The energy in his chest continued to burn, though less violently. Something inside him asked for... direction.
It was then that he saw her.
A figure wrapped in a white cloak, faceless. She stood at the entrance of his room. She didn't speak, didn't breathe.
She just looked at him, and then turned around and walked away.
Suwei, in a trance, followed her.
They passed through corridors he didn't remember seeing, stairs that descended underground, and ancient doors that opened on their own before their presence.
The walls were carved with ancient imperial symbols. In one, a dragon and a crane danced beneath the moon. In another, a figure in ceremonial robes held a ring.
The ghostly figure stopped before a door as black as the abyss. Carved with sealing runes.
— This is the place where the heirs of fire see the truth — whispered a voice in his mind.
Suwei extended his hand.
The door opened.
