Fong suddenly spotted something he was
the only player unafraid of the vengeful
Spirits for some reason his gaze fell
upon a figure emerging from behind the
spirits who was this person dressed in
tattered clothing emaciated shrouded in
darkness amidst the drizzle he resembled
the king of the vengeful Spirits his
name however was peculiar three pieces
of information all question marks for
now he would be referred to as the king
of vengeful Spirits his stride was
imposing with each step he took it felt
as though the very heavens trembled more
terrifying were his blood red eyes which
contained the weight of the universe
ly Fong kin to help but lock eyes with
him in that singular moment ly Fong
beheld a haunting desolation as if he
had been transported to an ancient erit
was an unfathomable age of Terror before
the Advent of cultivation Humanity was
the sustenance for Monsters protected by
the Misty Rain Empire however with the
emergence of cultivation the Misty Rain
Empire was overthrown by the empires of
the world the once guardians of humanity
the powerful of the Myst Reign empire
were one by one pierced through the soul
and hanged upon the city walls
transformed into vengeful Spirits they
were slain by those they once sheltered
eternally barred from reincarnation each
day they endured the cleansing of the
drizzle watching everything they had
protected turned to ruins the weight of
history and the despairing imagery noded
at Lyn funk's mind what have we done
wrong we have done nothing wrong the
king of the Misty Rain Empire amidst The
Siege cried out these words
the heroes met their tragic end
enveloped in boundless pain and despair
they could not comprehend why those they
had devoted their lives to protect would
unite to thrust them into a terrifying
Abyss without Mercy their Roars their
Defiance their weeping all dug deep into
his heart unbeknownst to him tears began
to well up in Lyn Fang's eyes we did
nothing wrong this phrase echoed once
more in his ears everything before ly
Fong faded away when he opened his eyes
only the vengeful corpse Kings Stood
Beside him they were positioned in
opposition to one another that very
phrase had indeed been uttered by the
vengeful corpse King it was only then
that Lyn Fong regained his senses the
Central Plaza lay desolate with players
having vanished entirely along with the
horde of vengeful corpses I in the
entire drizzling ghost City only Lyn
Fong and the vengeful corpse King
remained had that phrase been heard in a
hallucination or had it truly been
spoken by the vengeful corpse King as
Lyn F pondered this the vengeful corpse
King slowly tilted his head allowing the
fine rain to Cascade upon his Visage
suddenly he sighed ah At Last I can
descend to Hell indeed it was he who
spoke Ian ly fangs moment of stuper the
vengeful corpse King abruptly turned to
face him uttering a chilling remark
shall we descend to Hell together huh
let us go the gates of hell are about to
close the vengeful corpse King offered
no further explanation and turned a
stride towards the Gates of Hell Lyn
Fang's heart raced that gaze revealed a
Consciousness akin to that of the
exalted NPCs like B uran if such a boss
were to manifest in the Mortal realm
Humanity would be doomed fortunately he
wishes to descend to hell for reasons
unknown ly Fong found himself
inexplicably following closely behind
heading towards the gates of hell as
their figures vanished into the gates
the portal shut and the drizzling ghost
City rted to its former State the wild
monsters within the city began to
respawn the city Gates slowly opened
heralding the arrival of a new day with
the drizzle continuing to fall cleansing
this ancient city like the tears of
those vengeful Souls it had never ceased
it was as if nothing had transpired yet
nearly 50,000 players within the city