"I... I..."
Wu Dai clenched his teeth, fists tightly gripping, veins bulging on his neck, his face full of struggle.
"I'm sorry... I failed you."
In the white space, Wu Dai's head hung even lower.
"Wu Dai, do you know why you were chosen to wield Yamadam back then?" The reprimanding voice softened slightly.
"Why... Why me?"
"Because of your smile, your enthusiasm for everyone, for this world, for the future. I hoped you could preserve that passion and protect everyone's smiles."
Wu Dai's nose tingled, "But I... I truly can't do it. My strength isn't enough to protect them, not even you..."
"No, but you can. Don't feel guilty toward me. Treasure everything you have now. Give your all, without regret."
"I... What should I do?"
"When the Holy Spring withers, the tormented warrior will flash like thunder, and the sun shall be buried in darkness. Wu Dai, do you understand the meaning of this phrase?"
"I... I don't fully understand yet."
