The cold midnight wind of the Seventh Heaven howled through the high valleys of the inner campus, sending thick, swirling waves of silver-tinted primordial mist across the courtyard of the Cloud-Mist Pavilion.
Tony Clark sat perfectly relaxed on the plush jade bed inside his private meditation chamber, his hands casually tucked into the deep pockets of his cloak. Beside his heavy leather boots, the massive Crimson Shadow Griffin rested its heavy, fur-lined head on the stone floor, its purple galaxy eyes blinking lazily as the dual-soul bond automatically filled Tony's meridians with dense aura.
Tony let out a low, deeply amused chuckle in the quiet dark of his room, his strategic mind entirely unbothered by any minor details. He had just returned from the Pre-Summit Banqueting Gala after publicly defying the Crown Prince, and he knew with absolute certainty that his mysterious warning would keep the princess awake through the entire night.
