"Thud."
The old hunter's body fell to the ground while his head tumbled through the underbrush, finally coming to rest against a stone.
But the expression on the old hunter's face bore no trace of pain or regret; instead, there was a look of relief.
"Ah... such a long time..."
The old hunter opened his eyes and fixed his gaze on Fang Zheng.
"I'm finally... freed from this nightmare... thank you... foreigner."
"You're welcome, it's what I should do."
Fang Zheng swung the greatsword, flicking the blood from its blade clean. He looked once more at the old hunter, who offered a faint smile.
"I can feel it... your soul... your blood... I hope, you can end this nightm—"
But the old hunter didn't finish his sentence. His head and body turned into ashes at that moment, vanishing into the air.
At the same time, a vivid red light enveloped the entire garden.
