On March 22, disaster struck, and the dead came back to life.
When Pan An opened his eyes, he saw a horde of mindless revenants, like evil spirits returned from hell, trying to turn this place into another hell.
A shadow surged out of Pan An and took the form of a two-meter-tall phantom giant.
The shadow quickly solidified, while Pan An's body grew indistinct.
At last, the phantom Pan An closed his eyes, and the shadow, now embodied, opened its eyes in sync.
Its perfectly proportioned figure was concealed beneath a voluminous robe. A sharp, sheathed sword rested on its back, and a pair of silver-white pistols hung at its thighs.
This Heroic Spirit was called the Fighter, and Pan An now had complete control of its body!
The Fighter crossed the distance between them and swung its sword just once. The revenant froze in place, its head falling to the ground, severed from its body.
Black smoke rose from the separated head and torso, as dark as hellfire. This smoke...
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
