Under her feet were thirty-seven silent tombs. What she held tightly in her hand was the final spear point that pierced Yong Ye.
The world has long forgotten. Forget the horror that once tore apart the dream, forget the disaster that swallowed up the light. Under the neon lights of the bustling city, no one knows that the creeping whispers in the shadows are greed from another dimension. Peace is just a fragile illusion built by forgetfulness.
