Awakening

By the time the campfire had dried her cloak and boots, Renee had left the bedside.

She put on her cloak and boots, pulled the cloak clasp tight, and gave Xia Lun one long look. Then she turned, pushed open the battered wooden door, and left without looking back.

Bang!

The wind howled, and the wooden door slammed shut. Raindrops splashed into the room and broke against the floor with a soft patter.

The campfire burned on. Orange light spilled across the room, and the drops on the floor slowly evaporated.

Crackle, crackle, crackle.

Flames danced over the logs. The warmth filled the room with peace and quiet, while rain beat tirelessly against the street outside. The humble room felt like an eternal shelter.

Several hours later, the campfire had burned a little lower.

In the flickering firelight, Xia Lun slowly opened his eyes. He lay dazed for a moment, then shot upright.

"It's time for the hero to make his entrance!"

He looked around eagerly, impatient to try his new abilities on the Cultists of the Temple of Memories. Since forging a connection with the Flesh Planet, his power in this Scenario had grown beyond belief!

The Temple of Memories was nothing to him now!

In a sense, he was now the Flesh Planet's agent, with considerable authority at his disposal.

With a thought, he could dissolve an enemy's body, reshape their flesh, or even pour the truth of the Flesh Planet into their mind until their brain overloaded and their spirit broke.

Even if the Saint Tombdeep returned in his complete form, Xia Lun was confident he could kill him head-on!

He swept a murderous gaze around the room. Then bewilderment washed over him.

Where were the enemies?

Where was the Mountain of Flesh Evil Spirits?

Where was