We'd already been mentally prepared for a rather stream-of-consciousness theme this time, but wasn't the camera work a little too wild?
There was no mistaking it. Although the face hanging low was almost unrecognizable, Fu Qian could still tell that it was Lady Nepheli, who had been chatting and laughing with him not long ago.
She seemed completely unaware of Fu Qian and Lui calling out to her.
Her eyes were gone, immediately bringing to mind the origin of the Eye of Consort Xing.
Even in the bloody sockets, he could see flesh arranged in strangely regular patterns.
Layer upon layer, they resembled gills, and they spread out across her snow-white skin, leaving marks behind.
One look was enough to make the sheer, tangible pain almost palpable.
And it wasn't just that grisly sight. Looking elsewhere, cruel marks covered her body.
Punctures, cuts, rot... She had clearly endured considerable torment.
And from every wound, traces of agony spread outward, extending even onto external objects like the buildings.
The ground and walls seemed to be rotting into pus and blood, forming similar patterns.
So the legendary "Consort Xing" was actually Lady Nepheli herself?
Was that stream-of-consciousness masterpiece he'd just seen a confession from this senior of the academy?
Was this a replay of the torment she'd suffered back then?
Honestly, it was a shocking turn of events, especially since the victim had spoken earlier, and her voice hadn't sounded like this.
Besides, given his relationship with her, there didn't seem to be any need to show him this much.
"Very... good... heh heh..."
As he commented, the tortured woman hanging there still didn't lift her head. Judging by her ears, she might not even be able to hear him and Lui talking.
Yet the next moment, the voice squeezed from her