Unwilling to imagine. Resisting such wild ideas. Yet must approach them, must find resonance with him—
At 1044 meters away, the Wind Angel's head seemed like the boundary between heaven and earth. Qiluo took one last look at her left hand, realizing it was no longer capable of holding a microphone. Having such ordinary thoughts at this moment made her smile bitterly at her own ordinariness.
Then, Qiluo flicked the switch within her heart.
"————————"
The ability to speak and think vanished in that instant.
The sensations rippling within her made her feel as if she had returned to Fallen Heaven.
Her vision was invaded by sticky shades of blood. The scorching blood wind burned her body to ashes. Pain. Indescribable pain. As if a thousand sharp knives pierced her body simultaneously. As if ten thousand needles surged within her. Her very existence was being torn apart by a superior power. He stood alone at the end of the blood-red path, holding a burning gray flame.
