The phantom had only the outline of nine tails; its body was empty, like a hollowed-out husk.
It circled the platform once and let out a barely audible sigh.
Then it dissipated.
As though it had fulfilled its final wish and could finally depart in peace.
Five Curios flew out of the furnace opening and landed before Hu Qianqian.
Yang Yong glanced at their information, casually grabbed the largest one, and tossed it to Hu Qianqian.
It was a complete foxtail cloak.
[Nine-Tailed Fragmentary Records] [Rank: 9541] [Ability: The wearer can activate a foxtail shield to briefly withstand three attacks from any Blood Moon Eerie.] [The cloak contains the lingering intelligence of nine foxtails. When confronted with mortal danger, it reacts automatically, protecting its wearer and taking them away from the battlefield.] [Can be used three times daily, lasting 15 minutes each time.] [Cost: With each use, the wearer must briefly endure a thousand years of loneliness and the excruciating pain of Blood Moon corrosion.] [The cloak will lose the foxtails' remaining memories year by year until it becomes an ordinary object.]
Hu Qianqian caught the cloak with both hands and buried her face in its soft fox fur.
At last, she wept silently.
Her tears soaked into the cloak and were immediately absorbed, as though the ancestor were wiping away her clanspeople's tears one last time.
"Passed down through the generations, may the Fox Clan endure forever."
She recited softly in her clan's language, as though performing some ritual.
Yang Yong stopped looking at her.
He turned toward the pillar of blood.
He was thinking about something.
In the Apocalypse, Eerie ate people.
But was he, Yang Yong, eating people?
No.
What he consumed was the last glimmer of light in human nature.
And those still struggling