He heard a questioning voice, the clash of swords, a man's sinister laugh, as if all sounds had faded into the faint 'ding' of a bell.
Fang Hong just realized that the pendant from his necklace had somehow fallen off, passing through layers of clothes, landing in the snow. Before it hit the ground, the accumulated snow opened up layer by layer, allowing it to roll onto the pitch-black rock.
The exposed sharp rocks were so black that they seemed to glow, as if they had been scorched by a sea of fire, leaving marks from a hundred years ago, deeply ingrained in this land.
Fang Hong lowered his head and suddenly came to his senses, realizing he could move again. He quickly lifted his head, looked towards the valley, but where was the black-haired girl? All he saw was Sophie clutching her chest, kneeling in the snow.
Delice was trudging through the nearly waist-deep snow, carefully asking, "Knight Sister, are you alright?"
