"What on earth... happened here?"
In the brilliance of the afternoon sun, Wang Xiao materialized high above the town square, levitating with an unearthly grace.
Below him, the remains of over ten shops were reduced to rubble, their fragments scattered across the cobblestones like the aftermath of a disaster.
On the sunlit ground below, a woman stood rooted in place, her face etched with deep concern.
She lifted her eyes to the sky, shielding them against the harsh light where two spectral figures hovered ominously.
"Mary? What are you doing?" Wang Xiao's voice boomed across the open space, tinged with a mixture of anger and disbelief.
Floating in the sky, his daughters, Yue and Wenxi, were suspended with a disturbing stillness.
Their eyes, once full of life and warmth, now appeared empty, devoid of soul or sentiment.
