While in the depths of the cosmos the echo of destruction still resonated, the imperial suite at the Celestial Peaks Pavilion remained shrouded in a deathly silence. The isolation arrays, reinforced by the lingering traces of Lord Amethyst's aura, muffled any remnant of the spatial rift.
Upon the massive silk bed, the two bodies remained entwined, wrapped in a cocoon of golden and purple spiritual mist.
Ethan slowly opened his eyes. His pupils, tinged with a deep amethyst violet, returned to their usual hue as the trance of the transfusion dissipated. He felt a torrent of energy coursing through every one of his meridians; his dantian throbbed with density, having reached the peak of the Dao Manifestation Realm in a matter of hours.
