Pan was injured, but he had also driven back a wave of attacks.
He returned beneath the city wall once more and leaned against the Years Divine Steed. He lit the candle, as if only its light could put him at ease.
They had no idea how much of a stir they had caused beyond these walls. They only knew that this was what they were supposed to do.
Lu Yin leaned against the wall beneath that same candlelight. The helpless frustration made him want to shout. He longed to join them in facing their powerful enemies, to fight alongside them and bask in even that tiny pool of candlelight.
This place brought him a rare warmth.
War descended once more.
One Person and One Horse charged out. By the time they returned, they were covered in blood and grievously wounded. But whenever the candlelight appeared, they smiled, their expressions as warm and tender as ever. Just like countless times before, each candlelight marked another victory.
This time was no different.
The enemy would not give them long to rest.
Realm Wars rained down like a meteor shower. Facing them, Lu Yin longed to come here and take every attack for them, to protect that warm little corner.
Beside him, One Person and One Horse charged out, passing by his side without hesitation.
Again and again they fought, again and again their blood spilled across the stars.
Countless gazes fell upon them, filled with shock, admiration, and an indescribable regret.
They watched as half of Pan's body was smashed to pieces.
Someone roared, wishing they had passed on the full secrets of their cultivation to him back then. He could have blocked that attack.
They watched as the Years Divine Steed's hooves shattered and its life drained away.
Someone cried