"You're still alive?"
Isis narrowed her eyes at Lin Qiye before the Nation-Protecting Divine Stele, as if she had sensed something. "There is an aura of life and youth on you..."
The hand clutching Lin Qiye's sword was gradually enveloped in flesh and blood, tender newly formed skin tinged with a faint pink. Enduring the agonizing pain in his soul, he parted his lips slightly, and an ancient, rhythmic Western ballad drifted from his throat:
"...Smelling the fragrance of blood, I found the hall where souls rest,
A scene of ruin, where ghosts sang wildly,
Black rosemary bloomed as vines crept and spread,
Souls gazed out, believing in the blood-red moonlight..."
As Lin Qiye's voice rang out, the sky darkened at a visible rate. The earth beneath their feet suddenly shook violently, and black vines like tentacles burst from the snow, lunging toward Isis in her green coat.
A faint crimson glow spilled from the sky. Ash-black winds, as though they had come from the underworld, swirled around her as eerie pale faces opened their enormous mouths and savagely bit toward her body.
There was not the slightest emotional fluctuation in Isis's narrowed eyes. She lifted her fingertips, and tiny vegetable sprouts broke through the earth beneath her feet, instantly spreading across the surfaces of those black vines and greedily drawing out their nutrients and mental power.
Within mere seconds, the vines dried, cracked, and shattered. With a casual wave of Isis's hand, the remnant souls in the dark wind were torn to pieces by a vibrant spring breeze.
"...Smelling the fragrance of blood, I found the hall where souls rest,
A statue lay sprawled in the distance, its broken arm hidden at its side,
It was the goddess's wild fantasy, pointing the way with its middle finger,
Little red