"Hundun[1], that as the name we ended up settling on," said Gou Ngaam.
She'd taken over storytelling duties when Cheungyi came and told Aunt Yeung that the preparation for the spell was complete. Now she and Aunt Yeung were in an ink drawn circle to the side of Lok Saan's tank, along with a few others I didn't know, while Gou Ngaam and I watched from the sidelines.
"Hundun?" I couldn't help repeating. "That's… Chinese?"
"Mandarin," said Gou Ngaam. "In Cantonese it would be wahn-dan. It is actually a… being of sorts, the primordial chaos that life arose out of. Later we discovered that this being had been purposefully created, making the name Hundun not really fit, but by that point the name had already stuck.
