Everything returned to calm, the heavy atmosphere swirling above.
The sound of the wind gradually ceased, virtual and reality intertwined and separated, the tower stood once more, with only the empty audience seats narrating the conclusion of the play.
"Is she... dead?" Chichu Chun's voice broke.
No one could answer this question.
Was the evil dragon driven away or killed? The surviving people had no way of knowing.
Had the knights of the expedition lost their way, or been killed? The still breathing armor filled with the sound of the wind, the broken longsword picked up by someone.
The platform reached the top of the tower. It was a jewel on a crown, its surface dull yet brilliance within. Xu Xiaoyou watched the Key so close at hand, constantly flashing scenes in her mind. Jian Liu seemed to turn his head and say something to him.
