Wei Xi trembled uncontrollably, still clutching the spear that had ended the Bloodwitch's life. It was his first kill, and the weight of it bore down on him like a mountain. But something within him had awakened, ignited by the sight of Yan Jin's celestial descent. Since that moment, he had dragged his injured body across the city, following the battle as it raged from one end to the other. When he saw the Bloodwitch charging at Yan Jin, his body moved on its own, driven by an overwhelming need to protect his brother and end the threat once and for all.
Yan Jin sat on the ground, coughing up blood, his body battered and broken. The last attack had dislocated his shoulder, leaving his arm twisted in an unnatural position. The corrupted energy and other organisms connected to the celestial vein had perished with the destruction of the core. The battle was finally over, but the price they had paid was steep.
