You Will Eventually Fail

The pitch-black cavern welcomed a rare moment—the light radiating from the Silver Shadow illuminated the place brilliantly,

"Awaken... them?"

Tales leaned against the rock wall, panting. After thinking it over several times, he cautiously abandoned most of his more confrontational actions—the Silver Shadow was clearly an existence he could not deal with.

The boy asked in confusion, "What do you mean, 'them'?"

The Silver Shadow watched him with a pair of eyes as black as nothingness amid the radiance.

"Them."

It was still that half-familiar Common Tongue of the Western Continent, spoken with a Northern Land accent.

The Silver Shadow's facial contours shifted subtly as the light flickered, almost as if a real person were speaking. There was something rather uncanny about it:

"You saw them."

"Those homeless dead souls."

"Those aberrations wandering between life and death."

Tales's heart trembled.

What?

"Wandering between life and death..."

He murmured the words back, uneasily raising his head to look at the dark cavern walls around him, imagining the sight of those densely packed ghostly shadows emerging from them earlier.

Those gaunt, rotting faces.

Tales could not help feeling a chill creep up his back.

He buried his face in his hands and let out a painful, labored sigh.

"So this world really does have things like that..."

Sigh.

Even this was prepared for me...

A holographic, four-dimensional, motion-sensing horror movie—this world really was wonderful!

It took the dejected Tales a full five seconds to tear himself free from the unpleasant memories hidden among his fragments of recollection. Listlessly, he raised his face.

"But how could this happen..."

Leaning against the rock wall and lightly pressing the scrapes on his body, he asked the Silver Shadow weakly, "How are there so many dead souls beneath Dragoncloud City? Were they so bored that they