"Click-click-click-"
Dongfang Minghui seemed to hear a lock opening. The sound was rather strange, like a machine jamming every now and then. But it happened only two or three times. Once it stopped, everything around her fell utterly silent again.
"Am I dead?"
Her eyelids felt heavy, and her body heavier still, as though something were pulling at her. After pondering this rather grave question, she gradually slipped back into unconsciousness, missing the distant, ancient sigh that sounded beside her ear.
All around was silence. Amid the fiery red ocean, she lay unconscious on the lava like a little boat drifting all alone. Anyone who saw her would have noticed the faint emerald glow enveloping her. Like a guiding light in the darkness, it stirred a sliver of hope in those who looked upon it.
Not far behind her, a helmet also drifted through the sea of fire. The old patterns on its shell seemed to have been washed anew, gleaming with a distinctive light. The helmet spun incessantly in place like a headless fly, searching for something unknown. It rolled on its own, bobbing up and down, washing its shell thoroughly clean.
The distance between them stretched farther and farther...
Yet whenever it exceeded two meters, the helmet seemed to sprout legs and headed straight toward the person floating ahead. The surrounding red flames constantly churned into waves, and another wave pushed her a little farther away.
Thus it repeated.
"You belong to the Dragon Clan, not the Beast Tribe. Break these bad habits." With that, the person viciously whipped the little beast beside him. The whip was covered in thorns, and a single lash split the bound little beast's skin and flesh.
Exquisite fiery red chains bound its four limbs, leaving it nowhere to hide even if