Tonight.
The word hung in the chilled air of the underground chamber, heavy as a shroud, yet sharp as a blade. Liu Jin’s silver eyes, now reflecting the desperate hope in Xiao Lan’s gaze and the resolute grimness of his companions, held an unwavering purpose. The full moon, a luminous, spectral orb, had already begun its ascent outside, painting the world in shades of ethereal white and daunting shadow. The clock had run out.
"We go now," Liu Jin stated, his voice a low, steady current in the frantic silence. "Xiao Lan, you and your Whispers of Spring must create a diversion in the lower city. Something loud, visible. Draw as many patrols as you can towards the gates, away from the administrative tower."
Xiao Lan nodded, her young face set with grim determination. "It will be done, Fros
