Ye Jiu drew out Frost Cutting, lifted his head, and found himself completely alone.
The Candle Dragon was gone, and the mysterious creature hunters he had been with had vanished too.
"What's going on?" Ye Jiu's heart tightened instantly, shifting from a one-handed grip on his sword to a two-handed stance.
He suddenly realized that, at some point, the torrential rain had stopped.
A crescent moon appeared in the pitch-black night sky, casting a bright white light that reflected off Ye Jiu's armor, emanating a chilling aura of desolation.
"The moon? How can there be a moon during the Eternal Night?" Ye Jiu was momentarily stunned, "No, even if I could see the moon, it should be a blood moon... But this moon is white, and it's a crescent moon... No, no, no!"
Ye Jiu lowered his head and was shocked to find that he was no longer standing on ice, but on ground as hard as iron.
Black blood dripped from the blade of Frost Cutting, and at his feet lay an indescribable corpse.
