The Night Ruins have eroded this place as well.
An entire village is dead, transformed into flesh-and-blood entities following the rules.
"It's unbearable to look at, ghosts wander among the living, and corpses roam." The Female Grandmaster sighed.
To say these villagers are ghosts is not accurate; they're not soul bodies, their flesh still holds warmth, but they are completely different from before, bearing the special rules of the Night Ruins.
"Mother, the Fire Spring is gone, I'm so scared, I want to be with you." In the village, a shivering child whispered softly.
A shadow approached, lifting him and dragging him into the darkness.
Some guards were about to rush into the village to rescue the child.
The Female Grandmaster shook her head and said, "That was his last wish in life, he's long dead."
At the village's end, the clear laughter of a girl, also the last sound in the darkness, merged into the ink-like blackness, heading towards the depths of the Night Ruins.
