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It seems they've stopped chasing me.
Slowly coming to a halt, I braced myself on my knees, gasping for air. Exhaustion washed over me like a tide, and I forced myself to stay upright, not letting myself fall. I knew that once I fell, I wouldn't be able to get up again.
I lifted my head and looked around warily. There I stood on an ordinary street under the night sky, completely deserted but for myself standing alone.
No eerie bats, no perverts in tight suits lurking in the dark, nor any bizarre men with red masks hanging by spider silk.
Just the plain dark.
Leaning against the wall, I didn't mind the stains spreading over my sleeves. I punched the wall hard, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled.
Lord Qianhu is a good person.
Zhou Li is still a good person.
Li Kuan is also a good person.
Damn it, even you, Deadman's Blade, are a good person.
All good people.
