His heart beat faster and faster. A thumping sound came from his chest. It hurt. He was cold, couldn't catch his breath, couldn't breathe. He opened his mouth, but a metallic sweetness clogged his throat.
"Is this the memory I lost? Is this what memory tastes like?"
Similar voices rang out all across the Ghost School. One by one, mutilated monsters emerged from the corners of the campus. Their eyes were filled with malice as they wept and howled.
More and more cracks appeared in the mirror that covered the Ghost School. As the students recovered their lost memories, the Blood Threads that made up the mirror began to spiral out of control.
At its core, the mirror was formed from the will and memories of the Ghost School Students. Human beings' negative emotions and painful forgotten memories had become the power of Vengeful Spirits behind the Door. Together, they had formed the Will of the Ghost School, an existence that surpassed Red-Clothed.
The Will of the Ghost School had always protected the school, but today, because of Chang Wenyu's betrayal and various other factors, it had suffered a blow unlike any it had ever endured.
"Everything has gone back to square one." The Painter clutched his shattered Drawing Board in one hand. Slowly, he raised his other hand toward the Blood-Colored Mirror collapsing overhead. "My Drawing Board... is broken."
Being stripped of their memories had been a terrible experience. The more innocent the students of East and West Campus had once been, the more malicious they were now.
Gradually, Blood Threads began to peel away from the mirror on their own. The buildings across East and West Campus blurred, and the dream the Painter had woven for everyone slowly dissipated. The Blood-Colored Giant Curtain covering the sky came crashing