Luck Isn't Very Good

When he came back to his senses, Joseph found himself lying inside the Holy Coffin.

Enduring the intense dizziness and tearing pain, he propped himself up.

The Holy Coffin was an ability exclusive to the Feathered Ones. It allowed them to set a specific location and revive there after death. If they did not set a Holy Coffin, they would revive in a random area of the Time Stop Zone.

The so-called Holy Coffin was in fact a spatial marker made by a Feathered One using their light wings.

The light wings that looked like feathers were essentially the manifestation of a Feathered One's power. Whether Holy Coffin or Feather Molt, both were woven from light wings.

Joseph pushed aside the Black Matter buried nearby and saw the two Holy Coffins beside him glowing side by side—only when a Feathered One returned to their Holy Coffin would it reveal its form.

In other words, they had died too.

The [Guerrilla Army] had been wiped out again.

Joseph rubbed his forehead with his hand, recalling what had happened before.

They had drifted with the Black Matter into a vast hollow, and then his memories cut off there.

Death caused the loss of related memories, and could also trigger damage to and peeling away of other memories. Die too many times, and one would lose the past, gradually forgetting everything.

He did not know who had killed him, but it must have been a powerful ruler.

Not one of the three had escaped. All of them had been killed on the spot by that Feathered One.

The gaps between Feathered Ones were enormous too.

Winged Warriors found it hard to fight Dukes; facing Monarchs meant certain death.

They had barged into the territory of a powerful being—whatever the reason, this was the