"Don't look up!"
Liu Nan hastily shouted, then she pulled He Ao and the Beetle into hiding beneath a slope.
The land that had once been bright was instantly engulfed by a pitch-black Shadow, as if the world had slipped back into night.
An icy wind passed through the silent hills, carrying with it the wailing sound of the Undead crying out.
"Woo—"
The mournful wails arose in the sky, drawing closer.
"Its vision is poor," Liu Nan leaned close to He Ao, clutching his hand tightly and whispered with her head down, "as long as you don't see it, it won't see you."
He Ao glanced at the girl gripping his hand tightly, nodded, and said nothing.
The great wailing finally drew nearer, hovering in the air above where the two were hiding.
A profound sense of sorrow intermingled with the wailing, echoing through all the surrounding space.
He Ao felt a strong surge of curiosity rise within him, compelling him to look up at the source of the lamentation.
