After their brief standoff with the dragonkin group, Yu Xuan and his companions finally approached the crystalline stations. The transparent crystals shimmered faintly, emitting a soothing hum.
One by one, each of them placed a hand upon the crystal.
The moment their palms touched the cool surface, a soft glow pulsed through the crystal, and with a faint chime, a medallion materialized out of thin air before them.
The medallions hovered momentarily before gently falling into their hands.
Within moments, everyone had theirs.
Instinctively, Yu Xuan willed his sense into his medallion — and like a flash of lightning, streams of information flooded his consciousness.
Each disciple stood silently, eyes momentarily glazed as their minds absorbed the data being transmitted.
When it was over, they exchanged glances, somewhat disoriented.
"Well… that was efficient," Yu Xuan muttered, blinking as he processed everything.
