"So what exactly are these so-called ties of fate?" Gu Jing's spiritual energy tendrils glided around Meifenier, golden eyes brimming with intricate runes, "It'd be best not to brush me off with talk of prophecies."
Meifenier's bare feet barely touched the void, and the olive branch crown suddenly burst into a starlike halo. Airelian groaned, clutching her forehead, as Kao'er's mechanical eye spun wildly, his gear staff tapping ripples of data in the air.
"Thirty years ago, you were ambushed by the Slaanesh Demon in the Norma Star System." The halo revealed an image of Gu Jing drenched in blood, "The wounds that should have been corrupted by evil power seeped with silver flames, such power..."
