Twilight Scattering Flowers, Dawn Star (Revised)

Beneath Rift Fortress, Coldharbour Prison.

Under the frigid glow of magic-ice lamps, no heat could hide. The seamless abyss-rock floor constantly recorded the footsteps of everyone who walked upon it. Every faint touch of a foot sent ripples spreading outward, like a stone falling into a deep lake in the dead of night, as though one might plunge into it the next second.

Although the prison had become fully automated, with every prisoner assigned a private unit containing a bed, living room, and bathroom, and fed automatically around the clock, two fully armed Farkas warriors still guarded the entrance—Molag's people could not be allowed to guard it, or they might very well steal from under their own watch.

Yet Diedra had enjoyed a thousand years of peace, with no wars apart from the occasional Worship Dragon Sect rebellion. Though the soldiers' fighting spirit remained high, their daily watch had long since grown lax. The warriors assigned to guard the prison all sat at the front desk, opening their Identity Bracelets to chat or watch videos in the Knowledge Domain.

Suddenly, unsteady ripples spread across the abyss-rock floor. The two men looked up and saw a familiar figure approaching from afar.

"Tiramisu, here to see Los?" one guard asked. As warriors of the Farkas divine faction and the Companions, they had some friendship between them.

Tiramisu nodded and sighed softly. "I never expected Los to suddenly fall this far... I had to come and look after him."

The two guards exchanged glances, pressed the buttons on their belts, then placed their hands on opposite sides of the magic-ice gate. Straight crimson electrical lines immediately lit up across the door and connected at both ends. The prison gate opened without a sound, revealing the glass prison within under glaring white lights.

"Tiramisu,