[Xie, why did you choose to help me? I clearly...]
[Xie, no matter what you decide, I'll believe in you...]
What was that voice? Who... who was speaking?
[Xie, will you forget me? Will you never come back?]
Who are you?
Why would I forget you?
And where am I supposed to go back to?
[Xie, I'll wait for you until I die...]
Wait... wait! Don't... don't go... don't go!
The disembodied voice faded from soft to faint, then dwindled until it vanished.
Mo Xie didn't understand why, but as the voice was about to disappear completely, it felt as though something had seized his heart. An emotion he couldn't put into words surged through him.
He had never heard that hazy, indistinct voice before, yet it felt strangely familiar.
He struggled desperately to open his eyes, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't. It was as if they were clamped shut.
At last, his eyes opened. Darkness filled his vision.
It wasn't the darkness of closed eyes. He was in a dim world—dark, Ice-cold, sinister, steeped in slaughter!
Where is this? Am I in a dream? Or...
Mo Xie stared blankly around him. For some reason, in this dark world, his usually sharp mind and Super Intuition had grown strangely sluggish.
Suddenly, something flashed past him!
Who was that?
He turned, catching only a glimpse of something like a shadow. It moved too fast for him to make out its shape.
How could a shadow move that fast? I must be muddled.
He shook his head and stopped thinking about it. Instinctively, he set off into the darkness ahead.
This world was strange. The ground beneath his feet seemed to be made of some unusual black substance.
From the sky to everything around him, black dominated