The tension in the celestial chamber was thick enough to cut with a knife. The two banished immortals locked eyes, whispering as if plotting how to deal with me. Their hushed voices carried an air of conspiracy that set my teeth on edge. Judging by their practiced synergy, my poor soul had been targeted by them repeatedly—and given my cycle of life and death, I was utterly at their mercy.
With a swift motion that sent my hair flying, I kicked over the table between them, sending coffee and chess pieces scattering across the floor. The porcelain cup shattered dramatically as dark liquid stained the pristine marble. Planting my hands on my hips, I roared dramatically, "You two ancient relics better not try to fool me! If you don't give me a satisfactory explanation, I'll flood Heaven!" Then, with the flair of a seasoned actress, I plopped down and burst into exaggerated wails.
