C63 The Night of Killing.

The room was steeped in silence, broken only by the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the window. Meng Fann sat motionless, cross-legged on the small bed, a full day having passed with him as still as stone. Before him lay the Defiance Scroll.

Time seemed to stretch on indefinitely until, at last, Meng Fann's eyes snapped open. With a subtle motion of his palm