In the stillness of death, there was only the sound of bones grating against each other beneath the broken shell.
The moment the lamp was lit, frenzied flames flickered to life within the hollow eye sockets.
It was as if a Soul had once again returned from a nightmare.
"Ah, ah, Sun Caster... I beseech... I beseech your mercy..."
A sound like sobbing arose—intermittent, hoarse, and shrill. It was the delirious whispers of a Soul lost in the Abyss.
"I beseech you... to heed our prayers... I beseech... I beseech..."
The choked muttering suddenly ceased.
Accompanied by the grinding of joints, the figure crawling on the ground incredibly turned its head. The frenzied blaze illuminated Huai Shi and the others.
"No... not you..."
It stared fixedly at Huai Shi, as if in disbelief. "Why... why is it not you..."
For a moment, Huai Shi thought it was going to sing and even hummed a starting note for himself.
