What was that saying again? Don't go digging for gold after the rooster crows and the lights go out?
It seemed rather fitting for the situation at hand.
Fu Qian didn't hurry to relight the lantern. He simply recalled a few pieces of life advice in silence.
It didn't sound promising, either. The weeping was eerie, yet carried a hint of childlike innocence, like the final elegy of this lonely place.
Besides, Fu Qian knew perfectly well that the lantern hadn't been snuffed out by some sinister wind. It had been frozen into silence.
But, in all fairness, the mission seemed rather straightforward now.
The Gate of Freedom, easily found with a bit of searching; The Darkest Night, entered with a single step; then a containment condition of bringing it to an end.
Apart from the dubious trigger condition for the mission hint, it was practically crude in its simplicity.
So it seemed all he had to do was use every means at his disposal to crush this "true Unseen Hill."
As the King of Prison Break, with his checkered past, that was practically his specialty.
For instance, he could just add a Glorious Tyrant form to the Law Remnants from earlier, then wait and see what happened—but what kind of real psychiatrist would abuse lobotomies?
On this visit to Unseen Hill, he hadn't even seen many of his old friends.
"Impossible... Akasha told you?"
As he waited in silence, a voice really did come from the darkness.
"Careful. The ashes are fragile."
Fu Qian tossed out a casual warning.
Not only had the lantern gone out, but the Ram-headed Demon had also crawled farther in. The visibility was rather poor.
That was right: it was Crystal's voice.
A communication device whose other party had complete control over the