"So you're the prospective leader who abandoned his power and his own people?" Su Bai struggled to understand the brother before him, at once familiar and a stranger.
Su Xuan did not answer immediately. Instead, he asked, "My dear little brother, have you met any other remnants?"
Dark clouds crowded the Rooftop, their heavy masses seeming to press down toward their heads. The air still carried the dampness left by the torrential rain that had just ended. Puddles that had yet to dry reflected Su Xuan and Su Bai standing face-to-face.
Two remnants Su Bai had seen with his own eyes surfaced in his mind: Lorimas, the dying merfolk in the grand hotel, and Chiliu, the Blood Clan member who had trapped himself in his memories in the Mirror Apartments.
"The so-called remnants were once merely ordinary inhabitants of this world. But the civilizations that gave birth to them have collapsed, and the homes they lived in have long since become scorched earth and seas of blood. They have no home to return to, nowhere to go..." Su Xuan gazed into the distance, as though he could see through the barriers of space and time to that distant homeland, long since lost. "Some remnants choose to search together for a new home elsewhere. Others form groups of all kinds and wander freely."
"But in the end, all remnants scatter and fall apart, because under the Red Moon's immersion, they gradually stop being themselves."
At this, Su Bai remembered the past Chiliu had recounted to him in the Mirror Apartments. The Blood Clan had once lived peacefully in their own corner of the world, but after losing their home, they had wandered from place to place. Under the Red Moon's immersion, they had slowly lost all control over their thirst for