Huo Shu, Qingqiu, Siqi, Da Liang—from each person deceived by the stone slab, a streak of mysterious purple light erupted from their forehead.
They hadn't truly lost anything; if anything was truly gone, it was only the sensation of being deceived at this moment.
The purple lights gathered, swiftly converging toward the Imperial City in the Capital, drawing the attention of every faction.
The eerie purple glow streamed in from all corners of the sky, diving constantly into the black dots on the four dice's faces.
With every purple ray absorbed, the cubic heads of the dice swelled larger and more violet, and their bodies gradually began to fade from this world, as if they themselves had always been illusions.
As their physical forms vanished, the incantations from the dice grew ever louder, until at last it was as if theirs was the only sound in all heaven and earth.
