It seemed as if someone was singing.
But the song was unclear, distant and vague, filled with sorrow and melancholy. It was impossible to tell if it was humming or some ancient language, yet it involuntarily sent a wave of coldness through the listener.
It stirred the fear hidden deep within Huai Shi's bloodline.
Once again, he recalled the terrifying scene, as if the sky was falling and the earth sundering, and the dreadful imagery of all creation being buried within the Thunderfire.
It was a Disaster.
The final Disaster.
The Doomsday of all things was approaching. Everything would be destroyed. Just as the Holy Spirit and the Prophet had foretold, everything in the world would turn to Ashes, wailing amidst lava and fire.
Doom was coming, Huai Shi. Doom was on its way, closely following your footsteps, hiding in the shadow behind you. It pressed in, relentless, offering not a moment's respite.
When Huai Shi opened his eyes, it was already dawn.
