Editing Tōng Líng Tǎ (section)

===Background===
Active in China in the early 2000s. There she was able to trap Lung, ensuring that he could not escape when he broke out of the prison he had been contained in.<ref name=I22.y/>

Was employed to capture Lung, and maintained his Mountain Prison.<ref name=I22.y>The ensuing war had ended with Lung being placed in higher security, until he fought the man who’d brought him food, very nearly escaping before Tōng Líng Tǎ, who never showed herself, encased him in a mountain of stone.<br/><br/>All in all, three years since he’d fought Leviathan.  Two years since he and his mother had come here to Chaohu.  A year and eight months since he’d been arrested by the Yàngbǎn.<br/><br/>A year and four months since Tōng Líng Tǎ had buried him here at the base of this pit, with the same routine.  Twice a day, he would get two packages with food.  Every day, he would pace, trying to tap into his abilities, finding them beyond his reach.  He would struggle, fume, scream, and wonder if he was going mad with the solitude.  Sometimes it rained, and he found himself knee deep in water.  Sometimes it was cold enough he couldn’t sleep.  Always, he was here, in a pit so deep that the hole at the top looked no larger than his handspan when he held his hand overhead.<br/><br/>Every seven days, Tōng Líng Tǎ used her powers on the walls.  The floor, she left alone, but the walls were wiped clean, her power to manipulate stone turning the four impossibly tall walls of Lung’s cell into flawlessly smooth surfaces.  She would absorb any and all of the trash that remained from his meals, any of the wildlife that had accidentally found their way into the pit, and all of Lung’s leavings, which he customarily left in one corner of his cell.<br/><br/>Every fourteen days, like clockwork, the Yàngbǎn opened communications.<br/><br/>Lung was waiting, waiting for Tōng Líng Tǎ to use her power.  Like a ripple traveling over the surface of water, he could see her power extend down the walls of his cell.  It touched the base of the wall and traveled along the floor.<br/><br/>Lung didn’t resist as the ground swept over his legs, trapping him from the knee down. - [https://parahumans.wordpress.com/2013/05/21 Excerpt] from [[Interlude 22.y]]</ref>