Ren carefully balanced her wooden platter of spicy garlic-butter crab and crispy lotus chips. She walked through the cool corridors of the obsidian castle, to the garden.
The garden had transformed under the veil of the night. High above, the natural openings in the rocky ceiling allowed brilliant, silver moonlight to filter down in ethereal beams. Beneath the moonlight, the flora had come alive with vibrant, breathtaking bioluminescence. The weeping ferns glowed with a soft, pulsing neon blue, while the massive, star-shaped lilies emitted a warm, golden aura that beautifully illuminated the soft grass.
Sitting directly in the center of the illuminated grass was the Snake King.
Syris was waiting for her, sitting cross-legged with his robe falling loosely over his broad shoulders. Sitting in his lap was the wooden platter Ren had prepared for him earlier.
It was untouched.
