A tremor that originated from the bottom of their hearts. Nienieteel and Bai Xiong looked at each other. They had never met before, but they were eerily familiar with each other—a familiarity that stemmed from daily contemplation, from reflections in the mirror or in puddles after the rain, from the knowledge sentient beings have of themselves... It was as if they were looking at a version of themselves that was either slightly larger or smaller... And a voice was urging, tempting them to complete the final unification with one another.
The bloodline of this generation's prince was never complete; out of the thousands of splits, there was one that never returned. It was like a vast machine missing a tiny gear—it didn't affect the overall function, but it still caused a sense of emptiness, an emptiness akin to daemon whispers. Even though they felt no particular emotions for each other, the torment never ceased for a second.
