It was midnight, and the moonlight shone as if it had washed the sky clean.
A faint cloud drifted by, obscuring half the moon. It cast a shadow over the glistening golden tiles on the roofs of Golden Wind Hall, dimming their luster.
The daytime hustle and bustle had subsided into silence. The worshippers who had burned incense to the gods had gone home to rest. Only from a hall in the rear courtyard did the faint sound of moaning escape.
Inside the hall, the Golden Wind Divine King, clad in half-plate armor, was enjoying a private game with Consort Yun, who was dressed in gossamer-thin gauze.
Consort Yun's shoulders were bare and her hair was in disarray, yet she maintained a graceful and dignified expression, as if engaged in a solemn and sacred ritual.
"My dear Consort Yun, let me bestow upon you another wisp of my Golden Thread Divine Light to help you solidify your Divinity."
