[VOLUME 15: THE PRIMORDIAL PILGRIMAGE][ARC 2: THE STONE SOVEREIGN]
The campfire crackled, spitting embers of violet and gold into the suffocatingly thick air of the primordial wilderness.
It should have been a peaceful evening. They had finally stopped to rest in a clearing surrounded by towering, luminescent crystal-wood trees. But the tension around the fire was so thick it could be cut with a blade.
Sun Wukong, the newly freed Primeval of Chaos, sat cross-legged on a hovering boulder. He was casually spinning a peach in his hand—looted from some forgotten divine grove along their path—and watching Li and Aldren with a look of supreme, infuriating amusement.
"You two," Wukong drawled, taking a loud, obnoxious bite of the peach, "look like you've swallowed a pair of halberds. Relax. If I wanted to snatch her away into the night, I wouldn't have kneeled in the dirt to do it."
The temperature around the campfire instantly plummeted to absolute zero.
