Chen Wuxian, his eccentric nature now hideously twisted into a mask of pure, bubbling malice, let out a wet, gurgling cackle. The Mark of Resentment on his forehead pulsed in time with his grotesque, unnervingly wide smile.
"Hmph! You think you caught us?!" he spat, his voice a manic screech. "We caught you! Heh, two little dragons, fresh from their nap! Did you enjoy your meal? Because the main course has just arrived!"
Zhu Meixing, ever the analyst, remained a step behind him, her body rigid. Her voice, in stark contrast to her partner's, was tight and cold with a mixture of agony and icy anticipation. "An arrogant Dragon will always fall in the end. It is the nature of chaos."
Yulong's crimson eyes, still blazing with the thrill of her new power, narrowed into dangerous slits. The taunt against her, a "little dragon," was a familiar, meaningless noise.
But the implication against Cain... that was everything.
