"The power of fear is still pretty useful..."
Lu Xin thought silently, surveying his surroundings.
The city seemed to have been shrouded by a gigantic net, plunging entirely into darkness. Every shadow swayed and grimaced viciously in the corners, trembling, roaring, howling, and struggling, while tens of thousands of flesh statues remained forever frozen in their final moments.
The red moonlight spilled over him, casting a solid shadow on the ground.
Sister stood obediently beside him, holding his arm.
The countless statues faced Lu Xin and lowered their proud heads like criminals seeking redemption.
Lu Xin let out a soft breath. "It's just a pity that I can only hold on for a few seconds at most..."
Although he was utterly exhausted, Lu Xin was in an excellent mood. He slowly raised his head and let the blood flow freely.
Bathed in the Crimson Moon's light, he admired the statues scattered throughout the city and felt the joy of Father roaming through the darkness. Then, he suddenly got a mischievous idea. Looking behind him, he said, "It seems like everyone gives their powerful moves a name..."
"We should have one too."
A smile slowly appeared on his face. "So, I've decided to name these three-plus seconds: Hell's Kitchen!"
"..."
Sister merely stared at Lu Xin in silence.
Lu Xin fell silent. The smile gradually faded from his face as he slowly turned his head and looked toward a certain place.
"The big monster is back..."
A faint voice hid within the wind and drifted softly into Lu Xin's ear. It was affectionate, adorable, and obedient.
But there was no one left where the voice had come from.
There was only a small red, humanoid, crystal-like object.
It looked like a little girl wearing a smile, standing quietly in that spot.