Returning to his tent, Lin Fan lay back on his bed, his hands beneath his head, staring blankly into space.
White-robed youth, three-day promise.
Lin Fan let out a long sigh and slowly closed his eyes.
The images in his mind suddenly surged forth fiercely.
Flames shot skyward, the inferno blazed.
The air was filled with a burnt smell, mixed with a faint scent of blood, making one nauseous.
The mountains and fields were covered with Xuan Clan soldiers' blackened corpses, a murky mess indistinguishable between hands, arms, and feet...
"Help..."
"Save me..."
"Is anyone there..."
"Someone, please..."
The weak cries for help came intermittently, but all those voices came from those blackened, charcoal-like objects.
Only a pair of large eyes stared straight at Lin Fan.
"Why didn't you save me? Why?"
"Aren't you Lin Fan, the one who can defy realms? How did you lose?"
"We died so tragically..."
