Six terrifying wills converged above the ruins.
Wisps of blood mist gathered from the crevices of the ruins, condensing into a single drop of blood.
The blood was dull and lusterless.
"Blood Marquis is dead."
"We once dominated the savage lands, witnessed the Divine Country, and intimidated eternity. We should have been immortal."
"Since the heavens are destined for chaos, let our Sin Realm tear open the first corner of this worldly turmoil!"
"Proclaim to all the heavens: whoever killed Blood Marquis shall have their body destroyed and their world eradicated!"
...
Several days later.
The paper crane drifted with the current, floating aimlessly through the vast Void.
He lay quietly on the paper crane, his eyes closed, not uttering a single word. He allowed the dust of his journey to settle upon him.
Just then, his eyelashes fluttered, and his eyes slowly opened. His gaze was tranquil, devoid of both sorrow and joy.
