Chapter 23 The Horn And The Hidden Thread

• The Virellin horn lay across Xueya’s lap like a relic of another age—its surface marbled with silver veins, still thrumming faintly with the creature’s lingering spirit. Her fingers moved across it slowly, reverently, as if waking the memory trapped within.
• “Sturdy,” she murmured aloud, though the voice that replied came only from within.
• Density is optimal. Begin with pressure scoring at the base curve, with a minimum of five cuts per segment.