I don't know how long it took, but the blinding light gradually dispersed, and the smoke and dust slowly settled.
The Crimson Ghost lay powerless on the ruins, a deep gash to the bone on his chest, terrifying and gruesome, with blood gushing out, staining the scorched earth beneath him red.
His chest rose and fell slowly, the flames burning around him also went out, leaving only a few remnants of fire burning silently around him, with the fire-induced wind raging, which made the Crimson Ghost seem all the more tragic and miserable at this moment.
But...
Even close to death, there was not even the slightest trace of fear on the Crimson Ghost's face, just a look of relief as he gazed at the sky. Strangely, the feeling of dying was not as bad as imagined, instead, it felt very light, as if he had put down a thousand-pound burden.
'So light.'
'Unprecedentedly light.'
