The wind outside died down, replaced by a silence.
Then, a voice, haughty, melodic, and sounding like a harp being played by someone who was very, very bored, vibrated through the thick wooden walls.
"Bai Yue.….I know you are in there. Return the Lumina-Stone this instant, or I shall sneeze, and your little mountain will become a very large, very flat crater."
Zhāo Yàn's jaw dropped. He looked at Bai Yue in shock. "The Lumina-Stone? From the Dragon Peaks? Bai Yue, tell me you didn't."
"I don't know what a Lumina-Stone is!" Bai Yue yelled back, though her brain suddenly felt like a broken television set flickering to life.
Frit-zzt. A memory surfaced.
