The world, as far as the immortal eye could see, was now starkly divided into cold and hot, crimson and white. The Flower Immortal and the Eden Immortal had completed their transformations, transcending their human forms. At the epicenter of this tumultuous chaos stood Kai Syaoran, battered by the sheer power emanating from both sides. He stood motionless, observing them, his mind made up. Originally, he had intended to only claim the Flower Immortal. This was because he and the Eden Immortal had grown close over the past few days; she was a truly good person, and Kai Syaoran had found no fault in her.
Now, however, he had changed his mind. The Eden Immortal had presented herself before him as a compelling subject. If he had both of them in his hands, he was certain that his comprehension would be much smoother and less time-consuming.
