Formless Winter Breathing Art

Velreth woke up not long after Taira did.

He found his disciple looming over a strange jar while reading a small notecard.

His memories soon came rushing back to him like a broken waterfall and soon he recalled the unbelievable events that unfolded before his impromptu nap.

"By the nine heavens…"

Taira glanced at his master halfheartedly. "It seems we had visitors."

"How can you be so cavalier about this, boy? Have you any idea what has just happened??"

"Not really…"

"We've met an observer! One from beyond the boundary!"

Taira stared at his master blankly.

*Sigh* "This is the problem with lower realm existences… you never understand anything of significance."

"Then perhaps enlighten me with your infinite wisdom instead of making me sympathize with the men who killed you."

Once again, Velreth found himself seriously questioning how it was that a person could be so immensely unlikeable.