Silver Horn stood at the cave entrance, the lingering ache of his earlier headache still throbbing at his temples.
The scene before him began to warp, countless images stabbing into his eyes like shards of broken glass-
Great swaths of blood.
Light brown fur.
A slender figure shielding him.
That figure turned back and screamed at him:
"Run-"
He squeezed his eyes shut, digging his fingers hard into his palms. When he opened them again, his forehead was drenched in cold sweat.
Gold Horn was approaching with Old Fox leaning on him. He placed her shriveled hand in Silver Horn's palm.
"Help Mother."
Silver Horn took it instinctively. Her hand was as cold as ice.
"Mother."
His Adam's apple bobbed, his voice low and hoarse.
Old Fox turned, her clouded gaze settling on Silver Horn's face. Her brow immediately tightened.
"Why do you look so pale?" She caught his wrist in turn. "Are you hurt?"
Silver Horn tugged at the corners of his mouth, forcing an ugly smile.
"Mother, I'm fine."
Gold Horn turned away.
With his back to them, his previously relaxed frame went rigid in an instant, his aura erupting like boiling water.
"Sun Wukong!"
Gold Horn stepped forward, eyes wide and bloodshot, staring fixedly at the monkey thirty feet away.
"You brazen wretch of a monkey! How dare you bully us like this! You wounded my brother, harmed my mother, and stole my treasure-you hateful creature-"
"Give me back my Golden Rope!"
Outside the cave entrance, the wind abruptly died.
Wukong stood where he was, the Golden Cudgel resting casually on his shoulder.
He did not answer at once. His golden eyes swept over Gold Horn, Silver Horn, and Old Fox in turn.
Golden light swirled within them.
Finally, Wukong turned to look at Xuanzang behind