Inside the base, the ghostly shadows gradually faded.
At the center of the base lay video research records on the two birdlike Tacet Discords, left by the researchers once stationed there.
In the footage, Sorrowful Cry plunged into the mist again and again, collecting Tacet Discord remains of every shape, summoning thunderstorms, then growing weak.
"Let me think. Why would he do this?" September frowned. "Weakening vital signs... abnormal behavior, collecting Tacet Discord remains... combined with the powerful energy fluctuations we detected in the mist earlier, could it be...?"
In an instant, September's eyes widened in astonishment. "He's trying to revive that birdlike Tacet Discord!"
Suddenly, everything seemed to make sense.
Sorrowful Cry wanted to revive his beloved. He carried back remains bearing remnant frequencies, offering his life and everything he had to recreate the past, to bring back the figure he longed for day and night.
But he had failed.
Instead, he had created the thunderstorms, mist, and sludge in the Wailing Wastes.
"A dead Tacet Discord can't be revived. All Sorrowful Cry's repeated efforts have been in vain..."
September sighed. "Although he can't revive her, the remains he collected still hold some of her past frequencies, something like the consciousness she once had..."
"In other words, the ghostly shadows we saw."
"Exactly. The last major strange phenomenon in the Wailing Wastes, the ghostly shadows, is actually the other birdlike Tacet Discord's lingering consciousness, brought about by Sorrowful Cry's efforts. She keeps whispering, hoping he'll stop his suicidal attempts to revive her..."
"But Sorrowful Cry can no longer hear her."
Outside, Sorrowful Cry's piercing cries rang out once more.
Thunder rolled, and immense energy spilled out from the center of the Wailing Wastes.
Sensing that power, Ling An walked out of the base.
Sorrowful Cry was trying to hold