Chryseis Hargraves walked to her seat and sat down again, crossing one leg over the other.
Then, without speaking, she snapped her fingers.
Red lightning crackled around her knuckles.
The thin arcs of light slithered over her hand like veins.
Darkness followed.
It surged upward from her feet and swallowed the room.
The walls turned black, the ceiling blurred into a thick fog of shadows, and even the cheap metal table between us began to lose its shape.
She raised a small red fan and opened it with a soft flick.
Then she covered half her face with it.
I couldn't see her lips anymore, but I could tell she was smiling.
"How do you know about the Maw of Gluttony?" she asked.
"Master told me."
"You're still keeping up the act of being the Monkey King's disciple? You should be aware the Monkey King rejected training even those with the potential to reach Rank 5.
"So why would he pick you? What makes you special enough for Monkey King to pay attention to you?"
