The extinguished oil lamp of Wells seemed to choke him with invisible hands; his face showed pain, and the curse stuck in his throat, unable to come out.
He wanted to relight the oil lamp, but the buzzing whispers filled his ears, causing his gaze to gradually blur.
Accompanied by a dense crowd of whispers, Wells halted his actions and stared into the darkness, stupefied.
Then, he staggered and swayed his way into the darkness.
He couldn't see the surroundings, but the voices in his mind guided him forward, to fulfill his mission.
He then arrived at the edge of the cliff, took a deep breath, and the sea breeze's salty smell filled his lungs, giving his gaze a trace of liveliness.
This was what he sought.
He stepped towards the ocean, heedless of the cliff at his feet.
The next moment, accompanied by a strong sense of weightlessness, Wu Chang emerged from the resentment.
He shook his head, recalling the scenes in the resentment.
