It wasn't just the Great Clan Leader. Many of the ear flies from the Cave Clan had also sacrificed themselves.
They vanished silently, somewhere.
Sacrifice is inevitable when the weak fight the strong. The ear flies had long anticipated this, but when the moment truly came, sorrow still spread throughout the entire cave.
"I will record your voice," a survivor said softly to Mo Ling.
"Then make sure you take my voice back to Heaven's End Mountain," Mo Ling teased.
"I will."
...
A buzzing echoed through the caves. The ear flies frantically committed their companions' voices to memory, more carefully than ever.
Mo Ling lay quietly in the cave, awaiting his death.
His consciousness began to fray, and he could barely make out the sound of the ear flies calling to him.
He could only vaguely hear them say they would remember his voice, that they would carry it far away...
'Far away?'
'Where is that?'
'Perhaps these weak, tiny ear flies really could do it…'
