Gone for the Best

The cave was warm and comfortable in the dead of winter, free from the snow and icy gale outside. Bai Ye lit the room with his spiritual power, and the pale light glowed off of the cave walls, casting a faint shadow over the etchings.

He ran his fingers across the edges of the symbols, no longer sharp after being washed over time by condensation. "You carved these three hundred years ago." His voice echoed softly in the small space.

I nodded. "Twin Stars showed me visions of it," I said. Something that I hadn't shared with him before. "It showed me the day when she told you that she had perfected the technique. Though I thought you were still in your old hall on the main peak at the time?"