"Who are you?"
Fang Hong stood up from the corpse of the Grey Treant, looked around, and the questioning voice echoed twice in the Mind World.
"Can you hear my call, young human...?"
"My name is Moenyalit."
"Young one, please come to my side..."
"The Heart of Chongshan... needs your help."
The owner of the voice sounded somewhat weak.
"The Heart of Chongshan?"
"Where are you?"
"Here, underground."
"Deep underground, young human, time is running out..."
The voice gradually weakened.
Thin strands of cold wind swept over the snowflakes on the rocks, eventually drowning out other sounds. Below the chasm, aside from the wind, there was near silence.
The voice disappeared.
Everyone saw Fang Hong standing alone among the scattered corpses of the Grey Treants, looking dazed. Tang Xin looked at him with some concern and asked, "...Pigeon, what happened to you?"
Fang Hong jolted out of his daze and looked at the others with some confusion, "Didn't you hear that?"
