My hand slipped from Liu Miao's.
The whispers in my ears turned into roars. The voices screamed and howled. For some reason, I felt pain deep in my soul.
The pain was indescribable, but somehow familiar.
I had felt this kind of pain before, in a dream, from Mu Ge's ability.
Was Ye Qing using Mu Ge's ability?
"Mm—" I heard a groan escape my lips, quieter than I'd expected. Perhaps the agonized cries of those being afflicted were simply too loud. I could only hear their voices.
My brain stopped working, and I sank into a long blank.
After a long while, I felt something touch me.
I realized I was lying on the ground.
Liu Miao had fallen right in front of me, his face still twisted in the agony of his final moments.
I jolted and sprang to my feet.
My soul still throbbed with pain, but I couldn't worry about that now.
I pressed my hand against Liu Miao's body.
He could still be saved.
I could definitely bring him back!
I clung desperately to that thought.
The flow of my ability made my soul hurt even more.
I clenched my teeth.
The body beneath my palm was growing warm again.
The wound on his palm had disappeared, and the wound on his shoulder was healing too.
My vision kept going dark. Before long, I couldn't see anything at all.
I could still feel myself using my ability.
So slow...
The flow of my ability had become unbearably slow. Every pulse felt like my soul was being flayed.
Someone suddenly grabbed my wrist.
I grew wary, my first instinct to strike.
But I quickly realized that if they meant to attack me, they wouldn't need to do this.
The flow of my ability stopped. The sudden