"Come on, not much farther," Ling Yue's voice echoed among the haze of blurry colors and the ever-spinning world. "Here, take my hand."
Most of the Seer's senses had already collapsed as he walked like an undead, just following those echoing voices. Whether he was walking across the stagnant and sterile hallways or over and under obstacles or hills, he was just a lifeless follower of the lich.
Even zombies had more life in them than the Seer had at that moment. The entire world seemed to be collapsing all around him—walls, ceilings, floors, and all.
