“Dance of the Dragon of Emptiness,” he said. “Not ‘Fierce’?” Yerin asked. “Nothing fierce about this one?” Lindon shook his head, trying to remember a story that Orthos had told him months ago. “Then I like it. Dance of the Dragon of Emptiness…what about Dance of Emptiness? Plain and stable. Doesn’t look like you have to do any dancing, though.” He searched the characters, trying to figure out how else they could be read, before the memory clicked. “Void Dragon’s Dance.” Yerin slapped him on the back. “There’s the winner. That’s a name you’d be proud to put in a manual.”
