In an instant, in the blink of an eye, a whole, uneventful night passed by.
Sizzle~
Within the center of the recovering, bland cemetery, where countless epitaphs, crevices, and tombs could be seen recovering at a visible speed—slowly returning to their previous state.
A pale silhouette, sitting cross-legged in a barren land, could be seen absorbing the Qi present within the dilapidated atmosphere, creating a mini vortex of darkness around it while dark mist, carrying unprecedented coldness, was discernible entering through the silhouette's nostrils...
Coursing through the being's pale physique before resting on its illusionary core.
Huff~
"He really didn't leave."
