The heavenly demon gazed at the heavens from the highest peak.
His gaze was apathetic, and in his hand lay a bowl filled with the most precious wine in all of Murim.
He raised it up to his mouth and drank it all in one fell swoop, part of the liquor dripping down his face.
"Ha!"
He let out a rejuvenated groan, it was as if the wine had awakened him from his deathly state.
"The heavens are crying."
He muttered as his gaze pierced through all of Murim itself. A slight smile appeared on his apathetic face.
Ah, he felt alive.
He stood up.
"The Eternal Yin climbs the mountain, whilst the Bright Yang is still engaged with the Emperor of Swords…Kukuku!"
But his joy was short-lived.
[Why so quiet?]
The tower's mechanical voice rang in his ears.
"Because I don't know."
The Heavenly demon answered. The reason was simple, he didn't know whether the 'wish' would be accomplished.
