"Monk, take me back! Take me back!"
"Alright, alright! I'll take you! I'll take you!"
The man's face was twisted and savage, like that of an evil ghost, as he spoke.
The Monk couldn't refuse.
The once-bustling Richan Valley was now a giant pit. Everything he remembered was gone, as if an entire town had been gouged out of the earth.
The Valley, Richan Town, Sunset Mountain, the oasis, the pastures, the streets,
flesh and blood, corpses, camels, weapons,
soldiers, Knights, the great army of the Western Regions,
and the Jianghu.
Everything that had ever existed was gone without a trace, not even a speck left behind.
If not for the two of them still being alive, still remembering, no one would ever know what had happened here, what had once been. No one would know that people had once lived and worked here in peace, fallen in love and started families, made promises to one another.
"It's all gone..."
