Yes, that's right, you were clearly just one step short.
But Guo ShouQue was like a Weeble, hovering on the brink of collapse and disintegration. He let the storm winds scour him; his body was ravaged, his Soul tormented, yet he never toppled.
"You must be really disappointed, huh?"
Guo ShouQue held the plate, savoring the Curse's flavor at an unhurried pace. Between the opening and closing of his lips, he slowly asked, "Anxious? Agitated? Looking forward to me falling? Wondering if I still have my wits? If I'm just putting on a show, gritting my teeth and pretending?"
As he spoke, cracks kept blooming over his shell of flesh, crisscrossing and destroying the very foundations of his balance.
Yet Guo ShouQue remained calm, utterly unmoved, eating the food on his plate without haste.
Savoring this eternal agony from Avici.
It had been so many years since he'd had such a novel and thrilling experience.
