Melissa's pool had never been prepared to resemble Phei's.
The same dark-golden essence filled the sunken basin, born from the same three colossal feathers taken from the corpse of the Great Immortal God Habin, yet the liquid surrounding Melissa possessed none of the savage violence presently tearing Phei apart in another hall. Its brilliance was softer here, closer to deep amber whenever the steam shifted above the surface, and the unbearable pressure once carried by the Great Immortal's raw essence had already been stripped down layer after layer.
Sienna stood beside the pool watching quietly.
