A member of the Ge Clan named Fei stiffly fell into the wind and snow.
The corpse plummeted at tremendous speed, yet vanished before it could strike the sea.
Whooo...
The wind grew fiercer.
The snow fell heavier still.
The snowflakes came down one by one, each as large as a palm-leaf fan.
Drifting through the sky, they carried a peculiar terror.
Especially their color.
At first, they had been pure white, seeming to shine in this dark apocalypse. Now they were gray tinged with brown, the color deepening by the moment, gradually turning pitch-black, as though they had picked up too much filth in their fall.
The freezing tide surged on, making people shudder.
Where was there a world of innocence? Where was there a heaven without stain?
The shadows of the world lay behind the sunlight. After every dawn came nightfall.
Zhu Weiwu flew swiftly through the black snow, holding the Firewood Exhausted Spear inverted in his hand.
Every snowflake drifting toward him was silently shredded by the force of his spear.
Kuishan's rock-like body was almost pressed against his side. Between arm and arm lay only the distance of a fist; one lapse in attention, and they would collide—
Of course, both of them were paying very close attention.
The two jade disks, Lament for Ying and Embracing Sand, silently released a faint glow, creating a small haven of stability amid the collapsing order.
Zhu Weiwu had no desire to squeeze together with such a huge mass of muscle. It felt like being pinned into the corner of a cage by a Giant Stone, thoroughly uncomfortable.
Kuishan, whose burly frame was frighteningly imposing, also badly needed room to stretch. His thick brows were twisted tightly together, and he was just as unwilling to crowd against Zhu Weiwu.