Although it still conveyed no emotion, Fu Qian couldn't help feeling that the Warehouse was reluctant.
[Darkness broke. The clamor returned.
Nestled in a warm embrace, Ji Feng had a long dream, repeatedly examining himself from an unusual perspective.
As this went on, he gradually became aware of two selves.
Whichever one he identified with, the other began to seem unreal.
This contradiction was so irreconcilable that even his true descendants couldn't be identified with certainty.
Fortunately, with your help, the day the Gospel was dispelled, his will began to clear, and he became aware of what was real.
Everything had long since fallen into irredeemable darkness. The clamor was nothing but a false afterglow.
This wisdom began to affect the individuals caught up in the clamor, pushing them toward the dark.
Unfortunately, with the reappearance of a certain buried name, the Dark Knight answered the call and cautiously destroyed this hope.
Ji Feng once again became immersed in the clamor, his perception tilting toward the bustling Unseen Hill, and the wills that had fallen asleep were awakened one after another.
Yet the seed of the Darkest Night had not been eradicated. It still lay dormant somewhere deep within, and might sprout anew one day.
Although the clown who embodied Ji Feng's obsession with darkness had been utterly annihilated,
that didn't matter. Just as Green Ballard, the name that had returned to the Unseen Hill, could come back one day as long as that obsession remained, so too would a clown return.
And he would remember the Dark Knight's name well, always ready to entertain the distinguished guest.
The bed and bedding had not turned to ash. A new day had dawned on the Unseen Hill]
[Killed: Black Doctor, Lord, Gang, Clown]
[Reward: Sanity Value +20]
[Special Reward: Finger Guess]