When the time is right, this ocarina will sing for the Ruin of Gods. Lan blew. The purest note rang out, a crystal snowdrop against the stale air of the chamber. There was a sound like a ghostly sigh by Lan’s side. Then, like a snipped string, the remaining Seal over the chamber broke. She heard Zen’s shout as qì quivered around the chamber; felt the implosion of the net of energies Shēn Ài had woven all around them—the Seal Zen had been searching for.
