Capítulo 312: Lilith and Syris I

For the past fortnight, Altair had a nagging sensation of unease coursing through his veins. A knowing of catastrophe rose over his head as he stood in his cave, clouded by the incense of the Mind. Thoughts that the Mind Incense should have cleared away returned in full, lashing onto idle thoughts as the sensation grew. 

Presently, he stood in a pool of sweat, unsure if it was due to refining Vale Qi or something else. Nevertheless, he felt exhausted, burdened by the intangible weight on his shoulders. He was panting, wiping the tang of sweat from his lips. 

"Master?" said Raven, her voice filled with concern. "Are you alright?"