As Chen Yi and the others talked, singing suddenly drifted in from outside.
"♫♫♪♫"
"♫♬..."
The sound was mournful.
Like resentment, like longing; like weeping, like pleading.
There was no brilliant technique, only pure emotion.
That was precisely why it was so deeply moving.
Reclaiming Thunderclap State was indeed something the people of the Dark Moon Empire could celebrate, but no one knew how many had died in the process.
To Chen Yi, they were merely strangers from a dream.
But to one another, they had been friends and family, elders and loved ones.
Now, they were gone.
Mages did not believe in reincarnation. If it existed, it was merely a spell they had created themselves.
They were even less willing to be revived.
The price of resurrection was becoming a burden to those still alive.
Mournful music rose everywhere. It was nothing more than memories stirred by familiar sights, leaving people unable to control themselves for a while.
Everyone had moments when they wanted to run away from everything.
After the war, there were especially many such people.
What caught Chen Yi's attention was not the singing, but the fact that he saw some people injecting something into their bodies.
The mages who had looked somewhat numb soon gained a faint flush in their faces, as though they had forgotten their grief and found a little comfort.
Not only that, even their auras grew somewhat stronger.
Chen Yi asked curiously, "What is that?"
San Hua gave it an unconcerned glance. "Oh, Moonlight. A luxury item."
"The best method is to refine it. It can effectively improve the strength of low-level users, and consuming large amounts at Rank 7 has some effect as well, though it isn't cost-effective."
"Injecting it into the body makes those with weak wills become addicted