Dark Rambling

Somewhere among the crowd, a middle-aged man who was just cheering for the exciting fights down below suddenly trembled as though he was being possessed by something. His eyes turned pitch black, and a foul odor filled the vicinity around him, causing those nearby to cover their noses distancing themselves away from him.

"Hey, what are you–" One of his companions checked on him but to his horror, the middle-aged man's body suddenly stilled and the air around him changed as if it had frozen over. His eyes snapped open and the blackness shone in an eerie light.

"Ah. Master," the man's voice was not his own as he addressed the invisible presence that seemed to be speaking through him. "I found a trace of the Celestial Eloquence. It is back here at the accursed Wandering Palace."

Elder He's brows furrowed even more as her eyes snapped to the source of the disturbance, a cold light shimmering in them as she recognized the voice of the intruder.