One was emaciated and tall, with a sallow, withered face. His eyes were deeply sunken, the pupils no longer visible. The life within him was faint, his aura subdued and flickering, like an old man who had just crawled out of the earth. The other was in better condition, with flesh on his bones and a robust aura of life, a stark contrast to the first elder.
Upon seeing the two old men, Hong You's expression changed drastically; she eyed them as if facing a formidable enemy.
The Sleeping Ones.
She had seen them before, deep within a village, albeit only in a painting.
They had not intervened when the Demon Flower appeared. Yet now, after she had fled into this small town, The Sleeping Ones had pursued her.
She was somewhat puzzled.
But the situation at hand was undeniably real. Vibrations reached them from all directions, indicating that there were more than just those present.
"Find a way to escape!" Hong You whispered, her expression gravely serious.
