Chi Yulan was in misfortune's favour.
The Grandmistress was separated from the rest of those who accompanied the procession, plummeting into a space of levitating rocks.
Beneath the levitating rocks, lay razor spikes and blades embedded into the ground. With a single misstep, death was imminent with the height of the fall.
There was no way to avoid the dastardly trap awaiting her below.
Chi Yulan was confronted by a demon clad in a tattered cloak of red and black swirling colours while his form shifted and morphed like liquid. Yellowish eyes glowered back at her from under the hood of his peculiar cloak.
He wielded a set of chimes underneath the cloak, playing discordant tones that disrupted the space of reality in the chamber.
Chi Yulan's vision was limited due to the scant source of fire lit onto braziers surrounding the chamber out of her proximity, but she would not allow that to be a hindrance.