The black clouds over the Termination Altar dispersed faster than expected.
Pi Yanlin lay flat on the bluestone slabs, the gold powder in his hair drifting down onto his lapels with the breeze as he stared at the light leaking through the fissures in the sky.
The light fell upon the ashes at the edge of the altar, causing the remaining black soot to shimmer with eerie gold spots—flickering like embers of a dying fire, pulsing on and off.
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