บท 104: Second Class

Under the moon, radiance, blanketed by gentle winds of seawater, rustled against the faces of the children in the lotus position separated by nearly a meter and a half. They sat poised, with a set of peculiar ingredients circling around them.

On his right and Left, Altair had two small vials of blood he'd taken from Ren and a greyish-black hearthstone carved out from a tier three Shadowcat, known to prowl the northern sector of Korea. 

Meanwhile, Ren sat with two peculiar, different shades of feathers on each side of her. One was cruel black that shimmered a sinful aura; the other a radiant white that resonated with Heaven and Earth, the sea, and all there was. Angelic Feathers they were. Plucked from the corpses of the Powers during one of Luna's endless adventures throughout the Myriad Heavens, Iliana had assured her.