Chapter 31

Pain of a Single Touch

Somehow, though, darkness followed the Empress, creeping, lurking to corrupt.

Soul sat perched on the windowsill of her room overlooking the abyss, the Port of Cernunnos barely visible in the distance. Mist rolled off the mountain in steady coils. The swashes of stars present at the beginning of Yanyue—the twelfth phase of the Tiangong cycle—poking at her eyes with their bright indigo hues.

The ti......