Œn Phyᶅx floated in the center of the bath watching amber ripple across the domed ceiling. He stared through the illusion, occasionally sighing. Eventually, Œn swam from the center and out of the bath. In the gold-resin light, runes on Œn’s body danced across his mercury skin, dictating to two Céilophaïs to wrap him in a ᶄhiᵵon then pinned it over his left shoulder. Œn’s zoster rose from the table near the water and wrapped its self around Œn’s waist, up his torso and down the right arm. Rubbing his eyes Œn then motioned for the tarook, which had been next to the khiton, came into Œn’s left hand. Œn motioned for two more of the Céilophaïs to follow out of the room.
In the hallway, Œn guided his Céilophaïs left before halting them. Œn delegated three of the Céilophaïs to the roof to handle the spy by disposing of the body in Plᴂtuo because there a dead body isn’t of notice. He took the remaining Céilophaïs to the library, where Œn sat in the center of the ᶄricᶅiniᶏ. There he spread he placed nine tarook face down on the center table. In a brass bowl, Œn lit a cone of bahroot and inhaled as he turned each of the cards face up.