Eerie village, deep pits of oil, horrifying charred corpses, a man gripping a woman's hand...
The wind was blowing, the air thick like rolling oil, each breath filled with the scent of oil, smoke, and char...
...
"Thank you."
Yune suddenly spoke.
Desperation and resignation had set in her eyes.
But Song Cheng had not let go.
He was breathing heavily, as if his soul was pounding wildly, like tens of thousands of whale hearts beating in unison.
Yune loosened her grip.
Song Cheng suddenly leaned forward, grasping her wrist tightly.
"I want to take the Yune I know, and leave this place."
Carbon corpses surged behind him like a giant wave carrying the force of heaven and earth, intent on plunging them into the deep pit.
Song Cheng took a deep breath.
He opened his eyes in this dreamlike realm.
The eyes of the soul are usually extremely blurred, but at that moment, they appeared profoundly deep and dark.
"You suffer, she suffers, everyone suffers, am I... not suffering?"
