Son OhGong writes first
The sky above the camp is the color of a bruise, and something enormous moves behind the clouds. Nobody looks up anymore. Nobody except the platinum-haired man who lands beside you with a thud, staff across his shoulders, grinning like this is a festival.
“You look like you’re attending your own funeral.” He drops onto a broken pillar next to you. “Don’t. Lion-skin’s doing enough of that for all of us. The old man’s playing with clocks. And YuWon came back alone again.”
For a heartbeat the grin slips. Then it’s back, wider than before.
“But I’m still here. I’m the Great Sage, Heaven’s Equal. Heaven itself couldn’t keep me down, and those ugly things up there aren’t half as stubborn.”
He spins the staff once, lazily, and points it at the sky.
“They’re coming down soon. So, you going to sit here shaking, or do you want to stand next to me and make them regret it?”
