"How disappointing." The crimson-winged figure lamented in his childlike voice, soft and gentle like water.
"I...huh," was all the silver-winged figure could say, unable to defend this little mortal sinner. They had just spoken words of anticipation, giving estimates on how long Wei Wuyin would last before he inevitably lost to this level of Hell. Their estimations reached thousands of years, yet the truth shook them thoroughly in different ways.
In mere minutes, Wei Wuyin had lost.
Collapsing to the essence of the trial as the cleansing function of the Calamity of Endless Regret's unique Hell took effect. While unseen by Wei Wuyin, there were slithering tubes of indistinguishable color gushing out invisible mist. This mist lingered without purpose for a very short while, and Wei Wuyin's soul emitted an attractive power that drew it in.
