Xuanwu smiled as it...was a calm smile, the smile of a being that had lived a very long time. He kept his voice pleasant!
He asked small questions.
"Where had the young friend come from? What did you make of the demon territories?"
The measuring produced nothing.
Damian did not answer!
His aura remained unreadable, foreign in a way that Xuanwu's centuries of perception couldn't resolve into anything familiar, and the longer the conversation went without yielding information, the more Xuanwu wanted to know what he was dealing with. A treasure that couldn't be sensed. A being that couldn't be measured!
A beam of obsidian power that had reached the floating lands above the clouds from a source that presented as a young man and nothing more.
He needed data.
