Ashuren silently laid the two unconscious women on the bed, his eyes already devoid of worldly desire.
He cocked his ear to listen to the surrounding sounds, then, with a speed that belied his burly figure, he flashed out of the window and stealthily moved through the dark alley, eventually entering a wooden attic filled with the strong scent of flowers—inside the Heavenly Fragrance Pavilion.
Like a phantom, he entered through a slightly ajar wooden window, finding himself in an elegant and natural sitting room.
All around, the furniture was wooden, imbued with a natural vibe, and ahead, vines hung like curtains, through whose gaps two figures could be seen sitting and embracing each other, engaged in an intensely fierce struggle.
Continuous, song-like long chants filled the air.
