Blood flashed before her eyes. Zhang Qian's dazed expression remained on her face as her falling body struck the ground with a dull thud.
Through the chaotic crowd, Ye Buyu's excellent dynamic vision caught the instant of Zhang Qian's death.
Her lips moved weakly as she said, "I'm sorry."
Her body died, and her drifting soul was absorbed into the vessel.
"I did nothing wrong! I just wanted to gain power! I did nothing wrong!" A frenzied voice suddenly rang out, as though raising his voice could prove his innocence.
"No, you were wrong." The person beside him suddenly seized him by the throat. Warm tears flowed from beneath the mask. "We've made far too many mistakes."
In an instant, the scene descended into chaos. The heavy stench of blood hung in the air, and disordered shouts battered their eardrums.
Former classmates fell one after another, while her teammates fought desperately onstage.
Like a wandering ghost, she stood amid pools of blood and corpses. Her vacant gaze finally settled on the Calamities, who remained as splendid as ever.
The Withered Glory Theatre's Narrator sighed in regret, while the four below the stage watched with relish.
She heard Zhu Youcai shout, "Choosing them means death! Once you become Believers, dying means eternal damnation! Follow me, and you can still live!"
"Even if you choose the Present World, your souls can never go back!"
Like moths to a flame, clusters of blood-red flowers splashed across the stage. Ye Buyu tried to stop people, only to be shoved around in the crowd until she lost all sense of direction.
More and more people chose to make one last attempt. In the final twilight of their lives, they spent the last of their courage to make their own choice.
The Narrator intoned, "Even the