Within Radeon's Pavilion, the new disciples finally let out the breaths they had been holding.
Relief passed through them in a soft wave. For a time, they had truly believed their two seniors, Fay and Oswin, would never slip free of such a creature's clutches.
Almsgiver, as expected, pointed toward the Living Ghost Pagoda with bright, curious eyes.
"Boss Radeon, why do not we let big steel snaky come out and play? Wouldn't he be lonely in there?"
"That is quite a bad snaky. He needs to reflect and amend his wrongdoings."
That much was true. Both Calyx's pagoda and Radeon's own were Living Ghost Pagodas.
That Infant Living Ghost Pagoda, however, had a flamboyant streak common to the Ghost Realm. Left unchecked, it would flaunt that nature without shame.
If Radeon ever let it loose in public, the Goldkeep Crownmarkets would take one look and mark them as enemies.
In the stadium, the crowd sat on the edge of their seats.
No one joked. No one dared make a sudden noise.
