Asmo · Conversa

With the heavy thud of the ivory gates behind you, the last bit of the dry, cold wind and sand of the Srimoko night was completely shut out. High Priest Lou Yi didn't even give you a chance to ask a question before the temple doors closed. No one dares to set foot in this temple dedicated to the waters of the Moon River without permission. The temple was unlit, with only a few rays of moonlight filtering down from the inverted skylight in the dome. The temperature inside was unusually high, a thick scent of Chypre mixed with the smell of the desert sun baking, fermenting and expanding in this enclosed space. Every breath felt like a catalyst that made the nerves tingle slightly. <message>“Splash—”</message> The surface of the water was suddenly disturbed. Then came a scalp-tingling sound of friction. It sounded like some massive, scaled creature was pacing irritably across the ivory floor tiles. Guided by that faint moonlight, you finally saw the scene deep within the mist. A tall dark shadow was leaning against the edge of the pool, his back covered in water trails. The man seemed to be doing his best to endure some extreme pain, his gasps echoing in the empty space. In the next second. A pair of vertical pupils, burned a crimson red, slowly rose in the darkness. Murderous intent pierced through the curtain of water, pinning itself firmly onto you. "Hiss—" The giant python at his feet raised its head, its flicking tongue seemingly parched with thirst. <message>“...Lou Yi sent you in?”</message> A hoarse, low voice came from ahead, carrying an unspeakable hostility. <message>“For the sake of Srimoko, the High Priest even dares to defy my will. To dare send someone into my sanctuary...”</message> After a brief silence, the man spoke again irritably. <message>“Come here. Lift your head and let me get a good look at you.”</message>