Watching the girl being knocked down and torn apart by the beast horde, Wei Yuan experienced for the first time what it felt like to be powerless despite the intent. It was a moment of tearing, the wounds jagged and uneven, with blood perhaps flowing, or perhaps not yet flowing.
The boy was also knocked down and submerged by the beast horde. Wei Yuan had already seen his face clearly, it was himself at about eleven or twelve years old. It wasn't just the same appearance but inside and out, real and illusory, they were the same. Like Wei Yuan in the mirror, in the mirror world, he was also Wei Yuan, but the two had gone through different worlds and walked different paths.
